Casual sneakers look best with pants that hit slightly above your ankle (try ponte pants or cuffed jeans). They’re perfect for the weekend too: wear them with leggings, a long, slouchy tee and a jacket.
I had tons of plans for working out this morning…cardio, strength training, the whole deal. It’s long overdue and I’m jonesing to expend all this extra energy I have from being stuck indoors (damn you, Polar Vortex).
BUT…as I was rushing around my bedroom, pulling on some Lululemon pants and dashing into my closet for a zip-up fleece, I jammed my bare foot into the sharpest corner of the wall, crunching three of my toes and sending pain shooting through my body (you know, that kind that makes you want to swear so loud, but you stifle it because your kid is right there).
So now I’m sitting in the library, cranking through a more detailed outline of my memoir, in full workout gear, with a throbbing foot gently placed inside a running shoe, and zero plans to hit the gym.
In late 2013, an opportunity for a trip to Russia landed in our laps via Fitz’s grad school program. We were bit nervous at first, but the lure of exploring Moscow and St. Petersburg with a knowledgeable, interesting group gave us a healthy dose of reconsideration. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime trip and the perfect concluding event post graduation. We basically decided to just…say…YES.
So I threw myself into planning. Pinterest boards were created, Rosetta Stone was dug up, Frommer’s guides were earmarked, and excitement was starting to build. Though I won’t lie, the civil rights issues, maddening laws, and those double-toilet photos from Sochi left me reeling with nerves. I had to remind myself that part of traveling is branching out and trying new things, as well as educating oneself about the vast differences and variations of countries.
Well, about two weeks ago, we got word that the trip was scrapped. Not enough interest to justify the group rates.
So…um, now what?
Considerations: Our 5-yr anniversary is in September and we want to celebrate it with a milestone trip. We’ve taken a bunch of beach vacations over the past few years so that quota felt fulfilled. We also want to head somewhere that is new to the both of us (tough to do, since Fitz studied abroad and seems to have gone absolutely everywhere).
One day, I found myself randomly saying, “It’s really important that I go to Belgium someday. My grandpa immigrated from Antwerp, and I know that I still have some family there. I think it would be a cool part of my heritage to explore.”
Fitz glanced at me and said, “I’ve never been to Belgium…”
And thus, the decision was made. Bought our airlines tickets today. Bring on the beer, bicycles, and chocolate!
I bought tons of mini bags of M&Ms (Wells’ favorite treat) to hand out as favors for his birthday party. Well, the party chaos ensued, and guess who forgot to hand out the favors? (Yeah…this girl). So now I’m stuck with enormous amounts of chocolate that I have been snacking on entirely too often (see also: zero trips to the gym).