quarter life crisis, part one

I used to call it a 1/5 life crisis since I will live until 106. But the closer I get to 30…the less that math works.

When I was 7 years old in Mrs. Defife’s first grade classroom, I remember coming to the realization that I wanted to be a teacher. I was not yet in the gifted program *humble brag* so I would sit in class bored out of my mind. I remember thinking, “If this was my classroom I would xyz.” (Such a critical child!) After a while of thinking that I realized, “Hey! I can have a classroom! I can do things my way.” And so it was decided.

I went through several more years of schooling, through elementary school, through middle school, still holding onto this desire. I was always a great student, and though I wasn’t always a teacher’s pet, sometimes I was and sometimes I was merely close. Then 9th grade happened. I started to hate school. There was a particular group of 10th grade boys who were mostly responsible for this new phenomenon. I also started working and that on top of honors classes *humble brag* sprinkled with your usual teenage angst and I was done. I wasn’t going to college, screw becoming a teacher, I’ll just go and live in a forest.

Then 10th grade. I think that was one of my favorite years of school. I had a really stellar cast of teachers. Shoutout to Mr. Morris, Mr. O, Mr. Deliere, Mrs. Shoberg and Mrs. Berry. Mrs. Berry was everything I ever wanted to be. She was incredibly kind, funny, smart, sassy, everyone adored her. I had her for Astro/Geo and don’t remember so much of what we learned but I do remember all the awesome, hands-on projects we did. My faith was renewed, I was going to be Mrs. Berry.

Tenth grade came and went, 11th grade offered up some more wonderful teachers and senior year had another amazing crop. Back in the wanna-be-a-teacher groove, I spent more time observing teachers and seeing who I wanted to emulate and who I found useless. I also decided that I wanted to teach high school since those were the teachers who had the greatest impact on me.

I started at Pitt in 2004 as a Pre-Education major. They didn’t (and don’t) have a Secondary Education major so I was informed to just major in the subject I wanted to teach and then attend the 5th year (ha!) Education program. So I started as a Psychology major. Bo-ring. Sophomore year I switched to Spanish. Ay dios mio, my Spanish will never be good enough. What was left that wouldn’t require taking Calculus or O-Chem? History.

Keith can’t believe I would ever choose History as a major, I am very much not a history buff. I’d give you some examples but I would just embarrass myself. The History major is pretty particular with you needing these exact ~10 classes, no substitutions. I got a few classes in and realized it was not the major for me. I had no desire to take any more stupid history classes. Give me classed about Latin America! Give me History of Pittsburgh! Give me anything but stupid Colonial American drivel.

Having exhausted all my other options, I remembered Anthropology. That’s history-ish? But way more entertaining? I could major in it and teach Social Studies? Sounds good! I had taken (and enjoyed) a few Anthro classes in the past, so I wasn’t going in totally blind. I also loved that the major had 3 must-take classes and then you could pick and choose for your other 7. Much more pleasant than the rigidity of the History major.

So I switched and I’ve been trucking along since. I have really enjoyed all of my Anthro classes. I am on track to graduate next year so I decided to finally bite the bullet and meet with someone from the School of Education. I had been stalking their website and knew that I was on the right track with the stupid pre-reqs but I just figured it was high time to talk things out.

And what a bummer of a meeting it was. The guy I met with was great, he answered (almost) all of my questions and assured me that I was on the correct path but talking to him about my future career path did not excite me…at all. I walked out of the meeting full of doubt. Doubt that I could get into the program, doubt that I would enjoy the program, doubt that I would be able to find a job once I graduated. This was a new feeling. I had known since I was 7 *SEVEN* what I wanted to do…I had spent so long working toward it and now…this?

…to be continued.



pluses and minuses

+/- Wedding stuff is coming together. I have been incredibly stressed out about this. I am making paper flowers for decorations and although I had a bunch, I figured I needed 2-3x what I had and I just wasn’t sure it was going to happen. So I took about an hour this weekend and made a mock tablescape (the fact that I know the word tablescape kind of makes me want to puke). I laid out an assortment of flowers, counted them, did it again, counted again and now have a number of how many flowers I need. I then decided to bag them up by table. Turn out I have enough flowers for 3 complete tables. And I have 13 tables…wompwomp. I also was able to make 5 partial bags and put little cards in there with what they need. So then I’m sort of kind of halway done! Ish! Then I was able to make a list of all I need and I only need 292 more flowers! (Kill me.) This is about 20-30 flowers a week and it might be doable. If I get close, I will just put less on each table, it’s not an exact science. Knowing this number though was a huge help and now I am working toward a goal. Only time will tell if I actually make it!

wedding stuff. helper dog. #daisygram

daisy is a great helper

+ I also decided to outsource our wedding invitations. I have been pretty set on making them myself but I just couldn’t get anything that I loved. So I found someone on etsy who will make the digital files and I can print and cut them. I already have gotten back two proofs and I’m totally in love. Grace & Guy is the shop and they have been so great to work with.

+/- I took Daisy to Petco on Saturday. She really, really needed her nails cut and I figured she could get a bath while she was there. Keith was at a basketball game, so I had to take her on my own and she broke my heart. We get into the store and there was another dog in the little grooming room so I decided to wait outside of it. Daisy was shaking so hard, you could probably see it from 10 feet away. I felt like the worst human in the world. The other dog left and I went in and said that I was there for a bath/nail trim but she’s too scared, just trim the nails. The groomer convinced me that she would be okay and I hesitantly agreed and left. And felt horrible the whole time I was grocery shopping. But I picked up a wonderfully fresh and clean Daisy and I think she has forgiven me.

so fresh, so clean, so traumatized by the trip to the groomer. #daisygram

i don’t always make this face, but when i do i break hearts worldwide.

+ The semester is almost halfway over and I am excited but already dreading summer semester. Currently there is only one class I can take and I need two to graduate on schedule. On Monday, I am off work but have class and I was able to schedule 3 meetings to determine my future. I have a meeting with Career Services, my Anthropology advisor, and an advisor for the School of Education. I guess I’ll find out for real on Monday what my options are, if I am actually on track and maybe if there is something else to take this summer. Having one summer class would be a blessing, but that would push me back a whole semester, so it’s not really an option. Ugh.

penultimate spring semester

Here we are, second week of classes and I finally have my schedule straightened out.

I am taking Soils and Archaeology on Monday nights and Anthropology of Emotion on Wednesday nights. Monday’s class is at 6pm, which gives me that ~2 hour break between work and class that I love/hate, but Wednesday’s class is at 4:30 which means I have to fly from work to Oakland, park and walk ~6 blocks to class. In 30 minutes. Luckily my professor has a class that runs until 4:15 so class is never going to start early.

I had my first Soils class on Monday and while it is probably the geekiest class I have ever taken, I think I’m really going to like it! The professor is not a typical professor, she’s a soil scientist and has a business and just teaches this class once a year. There are only 10 other people in it, and in the middle of class we have Cookie Time. Halfway through class, someone pulls out cookies and passes them around and we chat for a few minutes. Even though I probably won’t be partaking in the cookies, this is pretty much the greatest thing ever. But yea, other than that, gonna learn a lot about rocks and dirt and I can’t wait. I think the class will probably be a bit easier work-wise but might be a bit tougher since it will be pretty technical.

My other class is Anthropology of Emotion and that professor was a breath of fresh air on Wednesday compared to the Pickle Juice Lover. I just felt very calm the entire class. Definitely made the right choice switching. It’s going to be a lot of work, but the professor seemed very laid back so I don’t fear for my grade like I did in the other one.

We did a really cool icebreaker last Wednesday after we discussed the syllabus. Icebreakers are literally my least favorite thing about life, and when he stated “After we come back from break, we are going to do collaborative improvization,” my heart seized up and I almost died. All I know about improv is from drama class and I did not want to do any “yes and”ing. Luckily, this was totally different and really neat.

We all went around and threw out a word, which the professor wrote on the board. There were words like “clouds”, “crying,” “cats,” “bagels,” “chain-link-fence,” (it was supposed to be one word but some of us forgot), “orca-whales,” and others. Then I threw out “online-dating.”

We then went around and voted on what we wanted to write about. It got down to “crying” vs “online-dating” but mine won! Ha.

So then we took 20 minutes and wrote a piece and titled it. There were no rules to what we wrote, it just had to somehow relate to online dating.

Once the time was up, we went around and read our titles. Some of those included “Must Love Dogs,” “BF,” “Uneeta Lyfe,” “What if she’s a dude?,” etc.

Then we just shouted out what order they should go in, and then read our stories in that order, allowing them to form a long form story. Apparently you then go through and edit them to make it flow even better, but we didn’t get that far. It was a lot of fun and gave a little peek, if not to who the person was, their writing style/sense of humor/tone. It was also a lot less nerve-wracking to spend 20 minutes planning out what I wanted to say to these strangers and not have it be about me.

For posterity, I’ve included my section of the story, since I thought it was a fun excercise and though my story had a rough start, I was proud of the last few lines.


Must Love Dogs

I wrote a paper on online dating last year and one of the most intersting anecdotes I pulled up was that the creator of match.com’s girlfriend left him for someone she met there. She may even have married him. The story without context seems a little sensational, but in reality when he began the site – he encouraged everyone he knew to join – even his girlfriend. The fact that she actually used the site, rather than simply creating a profile is telling, and he is probably better off without her. Is online dating the greatest thing to ever happy in the history of courting, or the worst? It probably depends which half of that couple you ask. Or really, it depends on the experience of whichever person you are asking. There are definite plusses and minuses. It is another avenue in this busy, non-stop world of ours to attempt to connect to another person. It can also be a cautionary tale of psychos, perverts and mail-order brides. Like anything, you have to be smart about it and weigh the pros and cons. Is the chance to meet the love of your life worth accidentally going on a date with your dad? Maybe.

no stress, no stress, no stress, girl you deserve nothin’ but the best

Sing it, Jesse*.

This has been one of the more stressful weeks that I can remember. It all began over 2 years ago. We had just gotten engaged and I was frantically trying to find a place for the wedding. I wanted something fun, with some personality but I didn’t want to pay an exorbitant fee. I spent hours scouring the internet and was coming up pretty empty. All the beautiful places were incredibly expensive and all the places within our budget weren’t quite what I wanted.

And then one day, I was just casually looking, gone was my frantic energy of must! find! perfect! place!, and I was pretty resigned to just finding somewhere affordable. And then miraculously, I found a place, not far from us and very affordable! Also pretty bare bones (just the venue) but that allowed for lots of DIYing. I was sold! Except they had an absurd policy in place that said you could not register until January of the year in which you wanted the place. Which, if you know anything about wedding planning, is pretty ridiculous. Most places let you book a year out and my biggest worry was that if I didn’t get the place, I would have nowhere to have the wedding and wouldn’t be able to get in anywhere else! Because they would all be long booked!

But, spoiler alert! It all worked out. Registration began this morning at 8:45 a.m. but the lady that worked there warned me that people were getting there at midnight. I fully intended on getting there then, but my caterer (who is somehow involved with the venue) told me don’t go at midnight, just get there early. I decided 6am was a pretty good time, so Keith’s mom joined me and we drove over then. There were two cars in the parking lot, but they were snow-covered so I just assumed they were employees. We sat there for a bit and by 6:30 two other people had pulled in. As they pulled in, I immediately jumped out of the car and asked what date they wanted. Neither one were close to my date so we all happily got back in our cars. Then another car pulled up, jumped out again and these people said they weren’t waiting in line, they were just bringing coffee to their friends. Friends? And then we realized the building was open.

The two people inside had been there since 4:30 p.m. WEDNESDAY. They slept in the vestibule between doors. I would have been incredibly angry if I were them since they waited over 12 hours for the next person to even show up. But they were reserving for weddings too so I do understand their positions. So instead of being #1, I was #3, but neither of those people wanted my date so I was happy as a clam. And yet still nervous. It wasn’t until I signed over the check and was handed a copy of our paperwork that I could breathe easy.

482475_10202344328266370_1580922047_nKeith’s mom even snapped a picture of the momentous occasion. I was not wearing makeup and in need of a shower so I look pretty rough, but I promise it was all sparkles and confetti on the inside!

The other source of my stress was my class schedule.

I had signed up for two classes. They would run 4:30-5:45 Monday/Wednesday and 6:00-8:30 Monday. This meant I would work 8-4 and then drive over for class 4:30-8:30 on Mondays. I thought it would be a little rough, but doable considering I’d be done with class by 6 on Wednesdays.

And then I went to class. The 4:30-5:45 class seemed pretty decent. It is called The Portuguese Empire and the professor had great reviews and seemed really passionate/engaging.

The problem came with the 6:00 class, Anthr0pol0gy of Memory**. To begin the evening, we couldn’t get into our classroom because the professor did not know the door code. She kept asking people as they walked past if they knew it. To explain why she didn’t know it, she stated it was her first semester at U Pitt. Oh no. Strike 1.

Sidebar: It is either University of Pittsburgh or Pitt. All or nothing. U Pitt or University of Pitt or U of Pitt are all wrong. People calling it that makes my skin crawl. Just like this new trend of calling the Cathedral of Learning Cathy. No! (I am such a hater.)

So we moved our class to the grad lounge where we all sat awkwardly with no desks. And then she went over the syllabus and I realized this class is going to be WAY too much work. It was a writing intensive course and I knew I was in for work but as she described how she almost micromanaged each class meeting, I knew it was going to be bad. Strike 2.

She then did the terrible icebreaker of “State your name and a bizarre fact about yourself!” Can we please stop doing this? No one ever has a bizarre fact and if you do and are happy to share it, it usually just means you are weird. (Sorry, hating again.) So of course she begins by saying “My name is Megan and I like to drink pickle juice.” Strike 3.

If you’re my friend and you like pickle juice, that is totally fine. I can joke with you about it and think it’s quirky, but if you are a total stranger and that is the first thing you choose to tell about yourself? It’s just weird!

We then did some reading/discussion and were talking about Freud. He had this whole paper about a mystic pad which is this thing from your childhood:


“Why did Freud write about this? Did he just really enjoy children’s toys?” [Silence] So then I pipe up and say (what everyone was thinking) “…because he didn’t have an iPhone.” Laughter from everyone. Except her. She was not amused, haha. Which while I was making a joke, it was based in truth! Freud’s mind would have been blown by the iPhone. He wrote about the “Mystic Pad” because it was the height of technology! Strike 4. (Yep, so bad she struck out and then some.)

I went home and tossed and turned all night and when I woke up Tuesday I knew I HAD to get out of that class. So I literally spent 5 hours on Tuesday trying to rearrange my schedule. The problem was I need 6 more classes and can’t take anything outside of those. Trying to find something that fit with work but was still open was incredibly challenging. I finally found an okay solution, but it involved dropping both classes, signing up for 3 more (because one is in danger of being canceled) and getting permission to be in the 3rd. I won’t find out until Monday if that class gets canceled, in the meantime I have to go to a Saturday class that I may not even been keeping. I am definitely in a Wednesday class and after the first meeting, I know I definitely made the right choice. More on that one later.

Aaaandddd…that’s probably 1000 more words than anyone wanted to read about my boring life, but oh well.

*Jesse McCartney, for your viewing pleasure:


**Sorry, just realized I don’t want her to google her class and find out all my thoughts. I’m mean but not that mean.


Yesterday, I was able to register for my penultimate (!!) spring semester. Since I now have a slightly better work schedule, my options were a little more open than they have been in the past 3 years. My ideal class would be 4:45 – 7:15, giving me enough time to eat something before class (but not an excess of time) and getting me home not super later. Alas, that class time only exists in my mind. But! I could look at 4:30 classes!

I was going back and forth between two different options but ultimately settled on:

The Portuguese Empire (I need a World History course)

Anthropology of Memory (Writing Intensive)

I’ll have class Monday, 4:30-5:45 and 6:00-8:30 and then on Wednesday just 4:30-5:45. I am a little nervous about the double dose of class on Monday, ((almost 4 hours of class!) and when can I eat dinner?!) but kind of excited to see what a 2x a week class feels like again. I also love the fact that I will get home by 6:30 or so on Wednesdays.

Another option I had was to take the 6:00-8:30 class on Mondays and a 4:30-6:55 class on Wednesdays, but those were both seminars (one writing intensive) and I thought that might kill me. A little bummed to not get to take that class though. It was Anthropology of Emotion and the professor had great reviews. It’s also a Special Topics class which means it’s offered very infrequently.

Choosing classes is getting a little tough. After the upcoming Spring semster, I only have 6 classes left. And I unfortunately have 4 specific classes I need to take, in addition to 2 additional Anthropology classes. So gone are the days of having 13 classes to choose from, now it’s pretty much pray that what I need is offered when I can take it.

The end is in sight, you guys.

(I started at Pitt in 2004 and went until 2006. Then one semester off turned into 2, turned into 3 years off. Now this is my 3rd year back, part-time and I am so ready for it to be over. As much as I do enjoy school (I know, nerd), I miss being able to come home from work and do nothing. Instead it’s anxiety and guilt about what I need to do/what I should be doing.

Now I just need to figure out what I’m doing after my undergrad. The long-term plan has always been the School of Education. I have an email in to meet with someone from there and discuss options. I don’t know how much more schooling I can take, but I also know a degree in Anthropology is not going to get me far in Pittsburgh.)

cocina del conflicto


I had been hearing about Conflict Kitchen for quite a while before I actually made it there. It was previously located in my least favorite part of East Liberty, (looking at you, stupid Penn Circle) where I do not go unless Keith is driving (parking). They have since moved to Schenley Plaza in Oakland. One of my classes this semester is in the Frick Fine Arts Building which is toward the entrance of Schenley Park. I usually park in the same spot on campus, so walking to class leads me through Schenley Plaza. The 2nd or 3rd week of class I happened to notice a sandwich board for Conflict Kitchen at the edge of the plaza. Up to that point, I hadn’t realized they had moved, but had already eaten dinner. I decided I’d head there next week and check it out.

So last Monday came and I went. This iteration of Conflict Kitchen serves Cuban food. I’ve never had real Cuban food before, but I’ve made a few things at home (ropa vieja and picadillo). Mine is probably terribly inauthentic but since I enjoyed it, I figured I’d like theirs even more.

Their menu is pretty limited, which I think is a pretty good idea. With a rotating theme, select a few dishes and focus on them, rather than trying to recreate a whole restaurant. For my first experience, I went with the ropa vieja (translation = old clothes). I’ve actually only ever had chicken ropa vieja, but this is beef. I also decided to try the tostones (twice fried plantains with mojo (lemon/garlic) sauce). They informed me that they were out of tostones but could offer me maduros (which are apparently once fried with no sauce?).


All entrees are served with congri (rice/beans) and ensalada Cubana (shredded cabbage, carrots, cucumber and tomato with a very light garlicy/lemony dressing).

The ropa vieja was very good, though the meat was a little on the tough side. The congri was great and I really loved the ensalada. I ended up mixing it all together and it was really good that way. I only ate a few pieces of the plantains because it was just too much food. I wish they had come with a sauce (maybe they just forgot it?) Overall, I was a fan. It was about 9$ for everything, so not super cheap but not expensive.

I decided to go back again to try something else so this Monday I got Lenchon Asada which is slow roasted pork. I skipped the plaintains as well.


I again mixed it all up into a delicious pile. The pork was melt in your mouth tender though it didn’t have as much flavor as the ropa vieja. It was good, but just didn’t blow me away.

Cuban food apparently isn’t spicy at all, which disappointed me a little. They had a big bottle of hot sauce on the counter but since I am a hot sauce snob, I didn’t use it because I was afraid I would ruin it. I think some Tapatio would have vastly improved the lenchon. The ropa vieja had a great flavor but still could have stood a little heat.

Not sure how long they will have Cuban food, I believe Korean will be next and I’m looking forward to trying that. If you’re in Oakland and need a quick lunch/dinner, check them out. The have a great concept and the food is pretty good as well! I’d probably go back for just the congri.

professional student (rant)

I need to rant about school real quick, so feel free to skip this post if you are so inclined.

I got an email last week that my tuition bill was posted. I logged in to check it out and realized that I hadn’t gotten any information about financial aid for the fall. I gave Pitt a call on Thursday and asked if they had sent the letters out/why didn’t I get mine.

“Oh,” the guy says, “They have you marked down as graduating in 15 days.”
“Well if they want to let me, that’s great, but I’m not.”

So he told me to contact my advisor to adjust my graduation date.

Except my advisor is on leave. So I email both the other advisor and the student advisor and wait. Nothing. I even put read receipts on the emails. Which no one is reading. On Friday I called and asked if any advisor was actually in the office during the summer. The receptionist told me that the other advisor had just left on a 3 week vacation but she had seen my advisor the day before, so she thought he was back.

So I send him an email pleading my case and he responds to say that no, he is still on leave, but to email the student advisor.

I call back and find that the student advisor I had emailed was gone and there is a new one in his place. I emailed the new one and he actually got back to me pretty quickly but informed me he had just started, had absolutely no idea how to change that, but would look into it and keep me posted. And bless him, he did. (He actually wasn’t able to fix it but someone in Student Records could and did. He walked all over that campus for me, what a guy.)

So then I call on Monday to let Financial Aid know, hey, my graduation date is fixed, give me my financial aid.

I spent probably 20 minutes on the phone with a different guy. He said that it showed that they only received my FAFSA that day (I completed it in JANUARY) and that my Academic Progress was “undetermined.”

“What does that mean?!”

“Well, if you don’t maintain a 2.0 or pass 67% of the classes you attempt or complete 135% of credits without receiving a degree, your Academic Progress = incomplete. But none of that applies to you and I don’t know what “undermined” means, I’ll have to get back to you.”

So I wait. Until today. And call again. Talk to a 3rd “Specialist.” I told him about all my previous issues and can he please tell me where I stand. He informs me that my Academic Progress is no longer undetermined, but there is another issue! (Of course!)

I have been selected for verification! Which means I have to bring them copies of my W-2 and H.S. diploma (what? why? if you let me in without a diploma, it’s on you now.) and a tax return transcript which is not the same as a tax return and has to be requested from the IRS and mailed to me in 5-10 business days and a notarized form saying that I only use my Financial Aid for academic reasons and not on big screen tvs or trips to Rio.

I’m just so frustrated. I get it. I have been a student at Pitt for almost 10 years (minus ~2 years somewhere in the middle). I get that I might be an anomaly and they might want to check up on me. BUT SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME. If I hadn’t realized that I never got an award letter, I never would have found out that I was slated for graduation/my academic progress was undetermined/they needed verification. Considering they have had my FAFSA for SIX entire months, you would think that they would have decided before this week that they needed to verify some things and would have kindly made me aware of this.

Tuition is due in 16 days, all I can do is wait/drop out at the last second if it doesn’t come through.

goodbye, summer.

So we didn’t go camping this weekend, since the forecast called for rain all three days. And of course, I haven’t seen one single drop of rain. On Friday, we set up the tent just to make sure we could. So this was as much camping as we did.

tent dog

If you can’t tell from Daisy’s face, it was a little hot in there. On Saturday, we took Daisy for her yearly shots and she was super pumped to hear she lost 5lbs! She has been a little plump since we got her and I am pretty terrible with giving her table scraps, but lately Keith has been stopping me. We’ve also been taking a lot of family walks and it seems like the combination has paid off. Go Daisy!

After the vet, we went to Qdoba for lunch and Daisy played guard dog, jumping up any time anyone went in/out. She’s so cute.

guard dog

Saturday was also my little cousin Adam’s 4th birthday party. Since I jump on any excuse to bake, I went all out.  I got a mini donut pan for Christmas and finally busted it out. I was really unimpressed with the recipe I used though, so next time I will hunt for a better one but I made these little monstrosities.

donut cupcakes!

They were so tall they just barely fit into my carrier. I need to stop making such elaborate cupcakes when I need to transport them places. I think I would definitely make them again with a different donut recipe and only when they are staying home. They were so messy and the heat did not help at all. But they are just too cute!

It was great to spend time with my family although I wish my mom had been at the party (she had to work). I did get lots of time with my adorable nephew Bradley. He is one of the very few babies that I can take him from someone when he is crying and he stops. He must know how much I need him to love me, hahaha.

ross and brad

Though he did lose his little mind when I changed his diaper. You would think he would appreciate having a nice dry diaper, but noooo.

Keith and I went bowling on Sunday and I present this picture without comment:


Okay, I have one comment: Yikes.

Which brings us to today. Last week I started Couch to 5k again. I say again, but the furthest I’ve ever gotten was day 3. Last week I woke up at 6am on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and did the runs. It was not easy, but I felt so freaking wonderful afterwards. And doing it in the morning was extra great because I got to feel good about myself all day long. Today was Week 2, Day 1. I was not about to wake up at 6am on a non-work day to do the run, so I did it around 10am and oh was it horrible. It was so humid and disgusting I almost died. I finished, but barely. The 6am runs were wonderful because not a single soul is outside then. Today everyone and their dog was out. I had a chorus of about 6 dogs barking at me on every loop. Eventually, I started to pretend they were cheering for me, but that didn’t even help.

Here’s hoping Wednesday/Friday are better! Oddly enough, while writing this, my friend Sarah texted me to tell me she just finished the program so I asked if she’d be interested in signing up for a 5k with me when I’m done and she said yes! I was afraid I was going to have to do one by myself, since I do know a few people who run but they are all wayyyy ahead of me.

I also got a little crafty today. I made my flag wreath for the front door around Memorial Day and decided it could stay up until Labor Day. Well, earlier this week, I realized I had no replacement wreath. So I got to work and made super simple wreath.

pitt wreath!

A pool noodle taped end to end + yarn + glitter letters = a Pitt wreath! I wasn’t sure about it before I added the letters, but I think it’s pretty cute! It took all of 45 minutes too. (Wrapping the yarn was sort of a pain.) Also, yikes, my door needs re-stained. I wonder if Keith will let me paint it. (And I still hate that stained glass fish.)

Hope your weekends were as fun-filled as mine!