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Virtual Race

So in my endeavors to stay ultimately dedicated to working out, I was browsing the world wide web (to procrastinate from said workout) and found this.

I don’t know about anyone else here, but I have never attempted a “virtual” race. From what I can tell, it depends highly upon the virtue system. I signed up for both the 5K and 10K — purely because I will be doing my first official 10K in London in approximately two weeks! (For those of you unaware, I have a trip to Europe coming up…. More on that in a future post.) I’m sharing it on here so that everyone else may sign up for it as well! Which you should do. Now.

Unfortunately, because I am the procrastinator mentioned above, I am just now posting about it and the race officially ends on June 25th. So that means you have two days to submit your times. The more little things you do – such as completing a run – the more entries you get to the raffle. I think I will probably do my 10K time tomorrow morning, and 5K on Monday.

Best part of the whole deal? Unless I’m missing something, it’s freeeeeee! Personally, I am rooting for the cherry tree. 🙂


New Found Fears

There are a lot of things one can detail when discussing fears. These can range from the absurd to the realistic… Some seem petty and irrational, and others well-founded. For example, I remember a few specific childhood fears: cockroaches (helloooo people, this is not new!), hurricanes (thank you, Hurricane Andrew, for introducing the idea that one’s house could be destroyed by wind and flood), and cancer (after the very unfair passing of my dear Nana).

Philosophically speaking, there are so many things one can fear — loss of life, etc — but on the risk of this post becoming too morbid, I am going to avoid those topics like the plague (<– see what I did there? I inserted another irrational fear from medieval times!).

Being an adult, I had assumed my fears had mostly been identified. And that, my friends, is where I was wrong… It's funny how standing on a 12 in by 36 inchish platform, 30 feet in the sky changes your perspective.


Meet my arch nemesis, the trapeze platform.

Yes, that would be a trapeze. That I paid to swing on. For realz yo… What was I thinking?

Let’s take this back a few steps:

Having felt adventurous while sitting at my computer one day, I found a groupon for a trapeze class. I bought it with a group of friends, figuring it would be a fun, healthy, good exercise-like thing to do. The class was scheduled for St Patrick’s Day… It has taken me two months to even write about this ordeal, it was that traumatizing! I should have known I would be better off celebrating my [small amount of] Irish heritage than attempting to trapeze. Alas, that was not that case.

We arrived at the circus, which was a sad, run-down old piece of land. In it’s glory days, it was probably a very nice place, but age and lack of maintenance had obviously taken its toll. Regardless, after each person in our group had taken our short lesson on the mini trapeze about four feet off the ground – a very safe and reasonable height – it was time to saddle up, i.e. strap in to the safety harness. Once hooked up, one had to climb a 30 foot painting ladder to reach the platform in order to get in position for swinging.


Seriously, you could get that ladder from any home improvement store! There isn’t some special set up for trapezing? Ummm, no. You can see how my confidence in the safety harness would be somewhat shaky as well…

So what does one do when a three friends and a handful of trapeze artists are waiting on you? You climb the damn ladder.


That would be my look of doubt.

My fears were not fully realized until I climbed about 2/3 up the Ladder. At that point, I was close enough to the instructor for her to persuade me to complete the climb. Once on the very shaky platform, there’s really only three ways down, and the first two suck — back down said ladder, falling, or flying.


Fine. Have it that way then.

What you can’t tell in that picture is that my eyes are tightly closed.

All in all, it was a fun experience. I’m proud of myself for even flying at all! But let me tell you – when your heart is racing and mind is completely blank – there is nothing worse than just stepping off the ledge. I can’t think of another time when my brain just stopped. It helps to bring to light a whole new perspective when considering other people’s fears, whether they may seem unfounded to me or not.

Conclusion: Lesson learned, I’m afraid of heights.

Book Club!

I expect the following statement to be completely predictable for the majority of people who know us well: We love to read!

So much, in fact, that Kindra’s baby shower was book-themed. What better way to encourage your child to read? Start young! As in, when they are a fetus.


Check out the stack of books for Baby Violet in the background!

We also may have been known to read with flashlights under the covers at bedtime.


This obsession started at a young age! I still fall asleep like this.

So it only seems natural that we should integrate our love for reading and books with our new blog. Hence, an arena to share and discuss [one of] our favorite thing(s)…

The following shall apply:
1. One book per month,
2. Dual reviews from two very similar but different perspectives each month,
3. Book to be decided and mutually agreed upon by your favorite blonde twins.

And that, my friends, is what we call a book club!

Up for the month of May:


HeLa! How do you do?

We chose this book for a few reasons, but mainly through a process of elimination comparing both of our book lists (kept in the notepad app on our iPhones).

So get busy reading, fellow readers! We will meet back here for further discussion and review in one month’s time.

This is why we have a blog


More twinner conversations coming at ya soon!

That is all.

On Paranoia

I think we can all agree that when you have your first child, it brings a new level of paranoia to your life. You spend nine months preparing, researching, reading, waiting…and then this little amazing thing is suddenly laying on your chest in the delivery room and it’s the most exhilarating, soulful thing you’ve ever experienced in your life. It hits you–I KNOW NOTHING. I hate to break it to you, but there is no adequate way to prepare for being a parent. Suddenly, you are responsible for a life that is not your own! With great power, comes great responsibility, right?

I bring this up because becoming responsible for another person’s life has made me one paranoid parent.Is she breathing? Is she happy? Does her tummy hurt? Does she know how loved she is? These thoughts go through my head every day, and I think they will last for the next 18 years at a minimum. But the best example of my paranoia lays in what I am about to tell you.

My little Violet has slept in her Rock N Play Sleeper (word to the wise, pregnant mamas, you NEED this) next to her bed since we brought her home. This is both for convenience, since babies wake up so often at night, and also for peace of mind. In the middle of the night I like being able to glance over and see her, make sure she’s okay, and fall back asleep. However, she has seemed restless at night lately. I think she’s trying to tell us, “I’m ready for my big girl crib, bitches.” (What? Surely I can’t be the only one who narrates their baby’s thoughts with curse words.)

Sigh. Off to the crib she goes. This conversation between Kristen and I ensued:

Kristen: So you’re seriously going to sleep in there?

Kindra: Yeah.

Kristen: So did you guys put the air mattress in there too?

Kindra: Our air mattress died 😦

Kindra: That reveals the extent of my paranoia…I am sleeping on a pile of blankets on the floor of my daughter’s room. Lol.

Kristen: That would make a good Facebook post if it wasn’t so pathetic.

Kristen: I can guarantee you that this won’t happen if you ever have a second child.

Kindra: That is a correct statement.

Kindra: Baby #2 we’ll be like, “Oh where’s the baby? Sleeping under the couch? Ok cool.”

Kristen: Yup pretty much.

Kindra: One day you will be doing the same thing!

Kristen: I like to tell myself that I won’t.

Kindra: Go ahead…try to say you won’t…I’m taking a pic of this convo so that I can hold it over your head one day.

Kristen: I like to think I’m not that kind of person

Kindra: Hmmmm perhaps I will make this a blog post, so it lives on in the internet.

Kristen: Perhaps you should FINISH your blog post. Put that on the internet.

Kindra: Shush.

Kristen: Also, it’s called the world wide web.

Kindra: Shush again.

Kristen: Hater don’t hate.

This conversation illustrates two things: (1) the embarrassing extent of my paranoia and love for my daughter, (2) the proof I need to tell Kristen a big fat “I told you so” when she goes through this one day! 😃

So comfy in her crib. And so oblivious to her mother’s paranoia.


Motivation, Where Art Thou?

I can’t get no…motivation! *sung to the tune of “Satisfaction”*

So yeah…as you can guess I am feeling quite lazy. I’m in a slump, if you will. My to do list is growing by the minute but I just. don’t. feel. like. doing. it. Right now I could be (1) working out, (2) cleaning the kitchen and washing bottles, (3) cleaning the house, (4) folding laundry, (5) job searching, (6) cleaning Violet’s room…trust me, the list goes on.

Hands down, the one I most feel like I should be doing at the moment is working out. Working out makes me happy. When I got the ‘all clear’ from my doctor to workout again post-childbirth, I was so happy to get back out there. Now? I think about working out all the time. I just haven’t gotten up to do it. I can’t quite figure out what happened? I have access to a gym. I have access to group fitness classes. I have a good selection of workout DVDs and free weights at home. I can run anytime I like. And yet here I sit.

Guess what tomorrow is? Monday. This week Papa Winne will be staying with us while he’s in town for work, Violet has three doctor’s appointments (one of which is in Tampa) and two different playdates scheduled, and I seriously need to start job hunting. But no more excuses…time to make it a habit again! So, this week:
• I will workout three times this week.
• I will attend at least one group fitness class.
• I will go for a run at least once this week.

*Updated to say: I started this blog post on Sunday, edited it on Monday, and finally published it on Wednesday. How’s that for motivation? It extends to other areas of my life besides physical fitness!*

PPS. Last night I had a dream that giant vegetables were chasing Kristen and I through Barnes & Noble, and she yelled at me to hide from a giant carrot in the cafe. So yeah…any dream interpreters wanna take a shot at that one?

My running shoes are gathering dust! Help!


A Blog Is Born

There comes a time in every blog-writer’s life when they must suck it up and [finally] write that first post. How does one follow a post about chia seeds and one adorable little lucky charm?

Easy… I don’t! I will be taking you back to way before the chia seeds hit the dirt, and before Kindra even blogged about it. The time when this blog became the genius brainchild of ours.

Kindra and I talk often. As in all day. And, since baby Violet has made an appearance, all night too. Given that we are constantly talking — or rather, texting — our conversations can often take a turn for the hilarious, as I am about to show you.

Ladies (and Gentlemen), I give you the history of our blog:

As a warning, this might not make sense to some people. Maybe not to a lot of people.*

KM: “Wait. So your friend [who recently married] went from Green to Genre? That’s like the same thing.”

KE: “Yes! Isn’t that awesome?”

KM: “Hahaha, yes. You have to promise me if you ever met a person named Winen, you would fly to Vegas and get married IMMEDIATELY.”

KE: “Lolol. Absolutely! Or Wienn.”

KM: “Or Niwen.”

KE: “Oh! If his first name is Ken, it would be perfect! I don’t think I’d even hesitate.”

KM: “Oh. My. God! Hold on a sec.”

Both of us are giggling and hastily – and with out the other’s knowledge – googling various Ken Winen, Wienn, and Niwen on our phones.

KM: “Okay. I found a Winen! He lives in San Francisco.”

KE: “That’s okay. I can travel. We can totally make this marriage work.”

KM: “He has a Facebook page!”

KE: “Should I email him and see if he’s okay with making our first daughter’s middle name Marie? And he has to not be a carrier for CF. And be okay with purple being a wedding color.”

KM: “Lol yes!”

KM: “Wait a sec. Uh-oh. He lives in San Francisco, and likes wine and musicals. Your future husband might be gay.”

KE: “Dammit. Now that might potentially be a problem.”

KM: “Lol… I crack myself up.”

KE: “Me too!”

KM: “It’s a shame nobody else was privy to this convo.”

KE: “It really is! People don’t know what they’re missing.”

KM: “We should start a blog! We will both write in it. It will be amazing!”

KE: “Oh good idea! You can go ahead and take the lead on that project.”

And thus, a blog is born!

That may or may not be a per verbatim conversation.

*Footnote: As is usual in these modern times, Kindra and I don’t really “talk” as much as we “text”. However, as I have known my sister for 29+ years, I think we are able to fairly accurately read and/or hear the implied inflect of the other’s voice when typing. Hearing that convo, rather than reading it, might make it more understandable. Seriously though, it was funny!