Where to Start?

October 10, 2012

Nope, I didn’t fall off the blog wagon these past 5 days– there’s just been a lot going on!
Let’s start with Saturday, shall we? What I thought was going to be a night with a few friends and a few drinks turned out to be a night with a lot of friends (35!) and a lot of drinks. Yep– I had my very first surprise party thrown for me. To say I was speechless and, well, surprised would be a huge understatement. I turned bright red and punched my boyfriend when I walked around the corner and saw all the people who came out to celebrate my birthday. (I apparently turn violent when I’m caught off guard.)

And when your night ends with a trip to Chinatown at 2am, you know its a good one. 😀

It was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. The huge grin I had didn’t leave my face all night.

One of my awesome friends (hiii Erica!) got me a new running watch, and I put it to good use last night:

4.5 miles in 41:19!

I’m happy to say I’m back on the running wagon. We’ve got a 10k coming up in two weeks and I’m feeling confident about it — that hasn’t happened in a long time. My (loosely set) goal is to finish in under an hour. I’ll keep you posted!

And, my new duvet finally came in.

I ordered it back in August, but it was back ordered until this month. My only complaint is I thought the shams came with it as a set, but it turns out you have to order them separately. So, we’re currently sham-less right now. I ordered them this morning though, so we should get them next week.

I was craving something sweet last night, but the bag of chocolate chips I thought I had weren’t in the cabinet. (Seriously, where did they gooooooo?) I did, however, find a pre-made sugar cookie mix leftover from a bridal shower I went to back in June. It made….6 not very pretty cookies.


Minus 2, because I couldn’t wait.

Whatevs. They tasted good, and were just what I needed to mourn the last night of my 20’s.

Now, I’m going to eat my delicious birthday breakfast of yogurt and apple granola (I’m running low, Dad! Need more!), and reflect back on what I was doing the last time I started a new decade in my life.

Let’s see….2002. Junior year of college? Yep. I was probably drunk.



The Hemnes

October 5, 2012

You wanna know how to make yourself feel like a boss?

Build any piece of Ikea furniture. More specifically, build any piece of Ikea furniture using only the tiny Allen wrench they so politely supply you with.

You’ll feel badass. Trust.

(Remember the time I built my Ikea couch? I felt like Superwoman.)

As some of you may know, my (30th!) birthday is right around the corner. So, I asked my boyfriend for the Ikea Hemnes dresser for my present.

Romantic, no?

My old dresser was starting to get really old. And it was a little scratched up after I literally dropped it in the middle of the street while moving back in August.


So, off to Ikea we went last Sunday.

(Side note– I’ve been to Ikea many, many times, but it took a guy’s perspective for me to realize it’s like walking into the middle of the movie Idiocracy. Have you seen it? If not, go watch it, and pay close attention to the Costco in it. It is, literally, modern-day Ikea.)

We were originally in search of a dining table, but since they didn’t have the color I wanted, we grabbed my birthday present instead.

I took on the challenge of building it myself, mainly because I’m the world’s most impatient person and wanted it done rightthissecond.

Five hours over the span of two evenings later, voila:

Behold! The Hemnes.

And yes, that’s Kendall Kardashian on the TV. Don’t judge.

I’m pretty damn proud of myself. And I love it. Happy Lindsay.

Anyway, I’m contemplating doing a tour of the new apartment. We still have some things we need (like said dining table), but all in all, the apartment is pretty pulled together. The new bedding finally shipped (it’s been on backorder since August), so maybe I’ll wait.


Happy Friday!

I wrote my last rent check for my place last week.

Signed, stamped, and in the mail.

Can somebody please tell me what the f*ck I was doing the past 10 months? Because I could swear I was just moving in yesterday.

Although the past year has positively flown by, there have been a few life lessons that I’ve learned during my year of solitary living. Some important, some funny, and some just downright embarassing. But all worthy of noting.

1.) You will get bored. Sometimes you’ll get so bored, you decide you should take up meditation as an in-home hobby. You soon realize this is just as boring, just in a much more uncomfortable position.

2.) Consider yourself lucky if you have a pet to talk to. Because if you don’t, it’s just you and mirror. And don’t think you won’t go there. You will.

3.) It is possible to eat an entire bag of chocolate chips during one episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Even if you only meant to eat one. Or two.

4.) There is no need to cook an entire batch of tacos on a random Wednesday night. Nobody is going to “pop in” for dinner. And taco meat gets really old after eating it for four days straight.

5.) Walking around naked isn’t nearly as fun as television makes you think. I tried it once and got embarrassed.

6.) You can eat ice cream any time you want. Nobody will know. Nobody. Well, except your doctor when your yearly physical reveals you’ve gained 10 pounds.

7.) You’ll get really good at practicing your facial expressions in your bathroom mirror. I’ve got “surprised” and “concerned” down pat.

8.) Sometimes you’ll lie and say you went to the gym, when really all you did all day was sit in your 10 year old sweatpants eating saltines and switching back and forth between Mrs. Eastwood and Company and Bethenney Ever After.

9.) You will get lonely. Sometimes you’ll call a friend for a drink. Sometimes you’ll pick up the phone and have an hour long conversation with your mom. And sometimes you’ll just indulge yourself in a self-induced pity party. (Tears optional.)

10.) If you’re a girl, you’ll still change your sheets. If you’re a guy– probably not.

11.) You’ll get sad when you don’t get mail. Really– don’t people believe in writing letters anymore?

12.) Prospective tenants coming to look at your apartment don’t count as company. There is no need to bake cookies.

13.) There is nothing better than coming home to your very own space after a long day at work or a night out with friends. Nothing.

14.) You’ll get angry when your friends take longer than an hour to play Words with Friends. Constantly refreshing your phone will not speed them up. Trust me.

15.) You’ll know you’ve gone too long without talking to anybody when you’re own boyfriend texts you with “Are you alive?”

16.) It is possible to read Twilight in a week. No, not the first book. The entire series.

17.) Facebook stalking does not count as human interaction.

18.) It’s the only time in your life when you can be completely anal about the way your place looks. So if you can’t fall asleep unless all your throw pillows are in place on your couch, get it out of your system now.

19.) Screaming and jumping on your counter is a completely rational response to seeing a mouse. So is calling your boyfriend and making him come pick you up at 10pm on a Tuesday because you’re convinced the mouse is definitely in your bed. Like, under the covers. (Note: no, it isn’t.)

20.) Get to know your maintenance man. He’ll be a life saver when you have a gas leak. Or your hot water heater goes. Or when your kitchen light has been stuck on for a week and you don’t know why.

21.) And finally,it might take you 10 months, but you’ll realize that so far, it’s been the best year of your life. Everybody should live alone at least once.

I’ll definitely be sad when my lease is up July 31st, but I’ve also got a lot to look forward too. Now excuse me, I’m off to watch a marathon of New Girl. (Probably the least embarrassing show that I currently watch.)

What I’ve Been Up To

January 27, 2012

The last time I blogged, I was likening myself to an antelope and talking about my feet.

Was that weird?


Anyway, due to a combination of utter laziness, lack of inspiration, and more utter laziness, you’ve basically heard nothing but radio silence from me for the past 2+ months.

Again…sorry. Blame it on winter depression.

For anyone who has ever had a blog, I’m pretty sure they can attest to the fact that it’s tough to keep up with regular postings.

Unless someone wants to pay me buckets of money to talk about what I eat everyday, it’s safe to say that my posts will continue to be completely sporadic, ranging from a few times a week to once every few months.

Besides, I can assure you– if I wrote about my everyday life, you guys would drop like flies.

There’s only so many ways that I can say “I sat on my butt, alternating between reruns of How I met Your Mother and Kim and Kourtney Take New York all night” before I’d have to own up to the fact that yes, I am in fact, the world’s biggest waste of space.

So, anyway, now that we’re all here, let me catch you up on what’s been going on in my life.

My foot: (Because talking about my feet is apparently becoming a regular topic of conversation here.)

In my last post, I was in the throes of a terrible bout of plantar fasciitis.

Once I got over the fact that running through the pain was not going to help, I finally wised (is that a word) up and stopped trying.

And guess what?

My foot…got…BETTER!

Although the half marathon I wanted to do in February is a no go, I’m back up to running 5-7 miles a few times a week.

Granted, I’m nowhere near where I was when I ran the Miami Half back in 2009, but I’m getting there. Slowly but surely.

My New Place: Can you believe I’ve already been here for 6 months? Crazy, right?

I even hung curtains! (Please disregard the cheap curtain rods. I have better ones, I just haven’t hung them yet. I need a step ladder.)

Alas, as much as I love it here, I won’t be renewing my lease in August.

I knew from the start I’d probably only be here for a year.

So, I’ll miss it, but by the time August rolls around, I’ll be ready to move on. (Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to talk all about that new place when we find it. And I’ll post pictures. Lots of pictures. Your welcome.)

Work: I was recently also lamenting about the loss of my cube.

And…I still don’t have a cube.

The “6 month renovation project” in my office seems to be at a standstill.

Seriously. It’s been 3 months and I think all they’ve done is dismantled maybe 3 cubes.


But, as much as I was complaining, I actually don’t mind sitting amongst my co-workers.

I actually talk to other people during the day,instead of sitting alone in my cube doing crossword puzzles and shunning the outside world.

My new-found socialness with co-workers actually makes the day go by faster. And it also makes Moe very happy.

He isn’t faced with an interaction-starved human being talking a mile a minute at the end of the day.


And finally, the last thing:

My father has joined Facebook.

Last I looked, he’s up to 27 friends.

I always said, the day one of my parents got Facebook, I’d delete my account.

So far, he’s behaved himself. The only question posted on my wall so far has been “How do I put that picture in my spot?”

(That was his way of asking how to get a profile picture.)

Ohhh parents and social media. Sometimes I’m against it, but it can be pretty funny.

OK, well, now that we’re all caught up on the minutiae of my everyday life, we can get back to regular programming.

I’ll be back.

Probably not until February, but I promise, I’ll be back.

At Last…

August 29, 2011

Anyone else have the lyrics to the Etta James song running through their head now?

No? Just me? Alrighty, then.

Anyway, a few of you have been heckling and harassing me about seeing some pictures of my new place. I won’t name names, but lets just say it isn’t my female friends who are curious to see how my decorating skills came to fruition.

Come to find out, you boys out there really are interested in home decor. You just hide it behind a sarcastic, bad-ass exterior.

So, to you ladies and gents who are dying to see some pics, I’ve posted a few. They aren’t the greatest quality since I snapped them quickly with my phone as I was running out the door, but I figured a few crappy pictures would at least hold some of you over until I take some pictures with my real, live point and shoot.

So, without further ado…Studio Hutton:

This is where I sit when I am not in my bed.

This is where I sleep when I don't pass out on the couch

Yes, this IS all the room I need to feel at home.

You don't need to see my toilet and such, but I wanted to show you all the colors I used in the bathroom.

This is in my foyer, soon to be joined by a small, two-person dining table.

Because no apartment is complete without a wine rack.

I like stripes. That is all.

This is what I do when I am home alone. Drink wine and take pictures of me drinking wine.

I don’t have any pictures of my kitchen yet, or my dining chairs/table/foyer area. And I also need curtains and some other small things. But all in all, I think it came together very nicely. I’ve only been in my new place for two weeks, and I already feel so at home. I really do love it!

Next item on my agenda: Lindsay’s Anti-Hermit Initiative.
Description: Get a life, so I do not become a hermit.

Sounds easy enough, right?

One thing about getting my own place, aside from the sheer glory of living alone, is the fact that I have to buy everything to furnish it myself. I knew this going into it, obviously, and I’ve been pretty good about buying things little by little, but it’s still a really expensive endeavor to take on. As much as I would love to decorate my new place in Restoration Hardware and West Elm, well, that’s just not going to happen.

Enter IKEA.

IKEA is like the knight and shining armor to broke twenty-somethings like myself trying to create a cute space to live on a tight budget.

I’ve known for a while that this was the couch I was going to get:

Now, the original plan was to go buy it this weekend, during the tax free holiday.

Because, you know, that would have been the rational thing to do.

I would have saved some money. And, more importantly, I would have had some people to help me.

But, of course, this is not what I ended up doing. Because that would have been way too easy.

Given the fact that sometimes I am a completely irrational person, I decided that, actually, I needed to have my couch by the time I moved in on Thursday.

So, this is why I found myself frantically driving to IKEA at 8:00 Monday night, swerving in and out of traffic in a desperate attempt to go purchase my Karlstad sofa before they closed at 9pm.

I was so focused on getting the stupid thing, I never considered how I was actually going to get the sofa from where it was in the store to the checkout line.

See, IKEA is set up so you can view the furniture on the upper level, and when you find something you like, you go down to the warehouse and find it yourself.

You then load it onto a cart and bring it to the cash register.

By yourself.

When I originally decided on the urgency of having a couch by Thursday, I never took into consideration that going to IKEA to purchase it alone might not be the easiest thing in the world.

But there I was, flip-flops on my feet, sloppy bun atop my head, heaving and hoeing a 100+ pound, 8 foot tall hunk of cardboard onto a cart that didn’t have wheel locks.

It only took me about 4 tries (and several weird looks from people in the store, who I’d like to thank for not helping me), but I did it.

Boy, was I proud.

I got that puppy onto that cart without even messing up my pedicure.

After that ordeal, I managed to get it to the cash register without knocking anything over.

I may or may not have almost run over a baby stroller, but that’s not my fault. You try wheeling an 8 foot tall sofa around a giant warehouse.

Once paid for, I promptly wheeled it to home deliveries, scheduled it to be sent to me the next day, and went home exhausted, $600 in the hole, and one new couch richer.

It got delivered last night. And, to add even more to my superwoman status, I assembled it myself.

Ladies and gents, behold. A sneak peak at my new sofa:

Yes, I agree. The blue striped pillow doesn’t match. But I bought that before I learned the meaning of the term “impulse control”, so until I find somewhere else to put it, that’s where it’s going.

I know you’re all dying to see everything else, but the only other thing set up in my new place is this:

Obviously you can see where my priorities are.

But, the big, permanent move day is tomorrow. After that, I’ll have more pictures for you to oohhh and aaahhhh over.

Until then, wish me luck!

Yes, yes, I know the majority of you who read this know that yesterday was THE day.

I got the keys to my new apartment.

And I know a lot of you are expecting me to rave on and on about how awesome it is and how much I just love it, and ohmigod I can’t wait to officially be all moved in on August 11.

But, if I’m being honest, when I first walked in after not seeing it for almost four months…I hated it.

Well, maybe hate is a strong word.

But, I certainly didn’t like it.

See, sometimes I have a tendency to get an image in my head, and if that image doesn’t end up looking or being exactly the way I pictured it should be, I get discouraged.

In the four months since I rented my new place, my head had managed to turn it from a very typical studio apartment in Boston into a chic, airy, updated loft where I would have oodles of room to fill it with new furniture and adorable decorations.

Of course, as so often is the case, the mental picture I had conjured up in my head about what it looked like was a far cry from the actual picture I got yesterday.

I’ll admit, that’s my fault. I should have taken pictures the day I rented it, but in reality, I was so freaking excited about the fact that the bathroom wasn’t blue, all my inhibitions flew out the window and I eagerly signed the dotted line.

Then yesterday, reality came back and slapped me full-on in the face.

And it stung a little.

It’s smaller than I remember.

The set-up is different. I definitely can’t get the couch I’ve had my eye on.

Where my television is going to go is still up in the air. (At one point, I had a crazy thought that perhaps I could just suspend it from the ceiling? Oh, I can’t? Damn.)

And, while the bathroom is definitely white, it’s not as…modern as my brain wanted to think it was.

Oh yeah, and why is it that the stove won’t turn on? I know the gas works because I can hear it hissing out of the burners. So, you know, a little spark would be nice so I don’t incinerate my face the first time I cook a meal.

So, needless to say, I was feeling a little downtrodden when I happily burst into my new digs, got slammed in the face by a blast of 95 degree air, and didn’t see the apartment I thought I remembered.

(In my apartment’s defense, the first thing I actually saw was the cleaning lady’s ass as she bent over a heating vent to dust it off. I suppose that would discourage even the most optimistic individual.)

But, as it always happens, things started to look up.

Any empty apartment is going to look a little sad when you first get there. But, once I started getting my stuff in there, it started taking on the personality the apartment in my head had all along.

I’ve still got a lot of work to do so I don’t have any pictures yet. But, I think by the time I’m all unpacked and settled, it’s going to be the perfect place for me to live for the next year or so.

On a positive note, I did already bring over my wine rack. So if all else fails, I can always just pop open a bottle of Malbec.