Tag Archives: football

Tailgate Envy

15 Nov

 

{ Julius Peppers Jersey / Dunk High shoes / Tailgater Fleece }

Last night I seized an epic opportunity to attend an exclusive Nike Women’s event, working out on Soldier Field with hundreds of other women. The evening also featured bites & sips accompanied by a fashion show highlighting Nike’s newest looks, many of which centered around Chicago’s finest sports enterprise.

I’ll share more deets about the event itself tomorrow, but thought I’d share a teaser today by showing off my favorite Nike tailgate picks. Gotta represent Julius Peppers, my favorite bear (I mean… how can you not?) Plus I cannot tell you how badly I want those kicks on my feet right this second!!!

More tomorrow. In the meantime: what’s your favorite sports team? Do you enjoy putting gameday outfits together as much as I do? Dressing up is as much a sport as the sport itself, y’all.

Menu Monday: 6-0!!

15 Oct

Have you ever enjoyed so many top notch, rip roaring good time weekends in a row, you finally find your body crying “Uncle!!” to the top of its little lungs?

That’s been my life for the past month or so. Not that I’d ever complain about too much fun, but I find myself drooling over an “off” weekend.

The feeling has much to do with parents in town and best friends visiting multiple weekends in a row, but it all seems to trace back to one thing.

6-0!! Considering this miracle hasn’t occurred since 2002, coupled with the fact that I’ve attended 3 out of 6 victories, makes for an exhausting first half of this year’s football season.

I’ve also been busy staying up on this fall’s current fashions. This just in: garbage bag ponchos.

After beer on top of beer and hot dogs/salty soft pretzels galore, I really center myself around my weekly menu planning. I’ve mentioned before that if calculating my every food-related move for the weekdays weren’t my ritual, I’d probably be living off of coffee, candy corn and take-out sushi. So for me, I write out my menu on Sundays, write up a grocery list and then hit the store — and I only purchase items on my list.

Okok, the occasional pumpkin-related goodie DOES sneak its way into the shopping cart here & there. Shh.

Here’s what I’m having this week!

  • Monday: Out to dinner
  • Tuesday: Mini Meatball Soup (a husband favorite in this household)
  • Wednesday: Grilled chicken with roasted eggplant, onions & peppers
  • Thursday: turkey pumpkin chili in the crockpot (new recipe – excited for this one!)
  • Friday: leftovers/fridge clean out
  • Saturday: Out to dinner
  • Breakfasts: pumpkin pie oats
  • Snacks: pumpkin amazeballs adapted from the fitnessista (Anyone noticing a disturbing trend?)

Who else planned for success this week? It’s not too late!

Knuckleball

21 Sep

Let me tell you why I suck.

As you likely did not notice until now (don’t lie about it), I have been completely MIA this week. It’s probably somewhat impossible to even notice considering I have been less than consistent with my posting schedule, but this time around my absence has been less about my lack of having my life together and more about the actual physical dismemberment of one of my appendages.

I will now set the scene for … the massacre of my most emotionally significant and precious individual of the 10 fingers I currently own.

On a perfect Saturday afternoon, a pure example of breezy Chicagoan Fall days, I celebrated the masterful anniversary of JC’s grandfather’s 90 years on the planet. Picnic sandwiches, yard games, museum tours — the works. Pretty soon the football wielding boys started bombing touchdown passes, running and jumping to catch them. Thanks to the “I can do that, too” attitude etched upon me since birth (thanks, Mom & Dad), I started in on a perfectly innocent game of catch with John. It was not long before my “bread basket catch” came under intense criticism. Whereas most folks [wisely] create a little target with their hands where an incoming ball would fit snugly, I curl my fingers under as though anticipating a flying baby will land in my arms.

Curled in fingers meeting speeding bullet ball equals intensely jammed finger. Three days later, I discover this equals fractured, broken-in-half finger. And, soon to be, surgically operated upon finger.

I know what you’re thinking. You are asking yourself, isn’t this just a smidge dramatic? Like, it’s a finger. But seriously, do you know how many questions the limited use of one hand raises? Like, how does washing one’s hands work? Does one let the splinted finger get wet? Does one wash just one hand? Does one wash one hand, and awkwardly pat down the not-wounded fingers on the maimed hand?

And so forth.

In addition, on the day of the infraction, I actually continued into the evening sans medical care, and in fact took a raucous game  of “Celebrity” into extra innings when I impromptu acted out the “Jack, I’m flying!!” scene from Titanic, using my husband as a prop, after drawing “Leonardo DiCaprio” from the pot. This is happening at the raw hour of 4am, no less.

So that is my story. And I am now having surgery Monday. And I typed this post with 9 fingers

… twice.

On a separate, much much happier note, I am in Baltimore to visit my dear friend Annie (Hi Ging!), and I’m hanging out at FitBloggin12 while I’m here. So if you’re here too, find me! Woohoo!

Alright, your turn(s). What’s the dumbest injury you’ve suffered?

Florida & Football

10 Sep

Can you hardly believe your eyes?? I’m posting!

Fact is, I’ve dipped my toe back into the proverbial bloggery pond, and the water’s fine.

Speaking of water and how jealous you are that I recently spent some time at the beach, I’ve been horsing around in Florida for a long labor day weekend that included basically anything but labor.

Unless by labor you mean using nothing but my brain powers to will a beverage to enter my hand without having to actually move from my poolside perch.

Aside from learning how little energy I could expend while still existing, I had a blast in Florida with JC and one of our favorite couples around.

It was Labor Day, after all.

It was not easy by any means, but someone had to do all that laboring.

Other than our trip, the past couple of weekends were important for one more fundamental, urgent, absolutely crucial reason.

Football season. College football season.

After all, football season served as the conduit for the blossoming love between my now-husband and me. It all started with some good old-fashioned screaming and yelling over football.

After that first encounter, we actually didn’t speak for a calendar year.

Ever since that fateful day, John and I have gone head to head year after year with football bets. Insane stakes, endless taunting — there is no limit to this kind of love.

Fact is, I love college football almost as much as I love eating. And we all know that is truly saying something. So you can probably expect to see more photos like this

On the blog very soon.

And this is my blog, so turns out I can do that type of thing.

Be back later this week with some food-related items — in addition to goofing off, I’ve also cooked up a storm!

Suspense.