Front Row Seats Made It Worth It

While  cheering my Indiana Hoosiers on to sweet, sweet victory (suck it DUKE!), I took one for the team.

I went down, and I went down hard. I landed directly on my ankle, which made an odd noise- much like a POP- when I landed on it.

The next morning, I woke up to dark purple (Indiana University crimson?) ankle that was at least twice the size of my other ankle. This was problematic because I had a job interview in Indianapolis (an hour away) that day. This was March 2002, a mere seven months after 9/11. The economy was turning down, and fast. I had to go on the interview. But first, I had to get some crutches!

I could not find anyone anywhere that would sell me a set. I tried and tried, and no one would take my hard earned, (OK my parents’ hard earned) good money for a set of crutches. Next, I tried to rent some. That was also unsuccessful as , no one will let you rent any without a prescription for them. When it became clear that I was not going to be able to procure crutches in the very short term (I had about an hour from the time I woke up until the time I had to leave for my interview), I resigned myself to the couch and the Real World marathon that was on.

My pity party lasted only a few short minutes before I realized that life had to go on because we had another basketball to watch the next day. The question wasn’t IF I could find somewhere to watch game comfortably, it is was WHERE would I go?

There have been a few times in my life when I have been able to play the Princess Card (my entire pregnancy comes to mind). This was one of those times.

We rolled up (in my case, gimped up) to the bar about an hour before tip-off. This time, however, we did not have to wait in line for entrance. We were whisked to the front of the line and ushered in the door. It was kind of like being one of the Kardashians. The princess treatment did not stop there! The hostess pressed on, through the throngs of fans clad in cream and crimson. She stopped in front of a table that was DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE TV! Forget Khloe, Kourtney, Kris and all the rest of them, this was the Kim Kardashian treatment!

We assured her that this table would work for us (hell yes it would!) and thanked her for her help. These crutches rocked!

Although the game did not have a fairy tale ending, at least I was able to watch it in style.

My crutches also came in handy during trips through the crowded bar to the bathroom- my boyfriend would stand behind me, yelling “Girl on Crutches! Coming through! Move!” while I would whack those in my way with the rubber end of my crutch…

All in all, crutches suck. However, being the ex-Girl Scout that I am, I was able to make the best of it. Having the best seats in the house (outside of the stadium) did make it all worth it.

Indiana Won- I Cannot Walk, But It Is Worth IT!

March 2002.  Bloomington, Indiana. The Sweet Sixteen.

My friends and I wanted to cheer our Indiana Hoosiers to victory against Duke in style- we wanted to go the bar. Shockingly, we were not the only people in town who wanted do to the same. Because no one had volunteered to show up at noon to procure a table, we were forced to wait in line like everyone else (I HATE having to do what everyone does. I so believe the rules are not meant for me.)

So, we joined the masses filing in before tipoff. After a lengthy wait outside the bar, we were finally allowed inside. To this day, I’m not sure how we actually gained admittance as no one was leaving and the bar was at capacity (we shall not discuss pesky things like fire safety laws). The bar (Yogi’s for my B-town friends) was six feet deep with crazed fans. The energy was positively electric. It was awesome! It was an act of God to get a beer, but it was awesome! In a surprise upset, Indiana DEFEATED Duke in the Sweet Sixteen! When they won, the bar went NUTS. Every single person in the joint was jumping up and down. Strangers kissing strangers. Free beer for everyone! Everyone was jumping up and down, screaming the IU fight song. We made the building shake on its foundation!

Celebration or not, the laws of Julia’s Math still apply- and OF COURSE something unforeseen happened to me. Those who know me (or who have read even one blog post) are not shocked that somehow bad luck found me. During the celebration, I went down. I went down big time. I followed one of my life’s mantras: “If you are going to do it, do it BIG.” Even with all the cheering and singing, I heard a very distinct POP in my left ankle. Undeterred, I celebrated on. I think I even walked home that night, which turned out to be a very bad decision…

The next morning, I woke up to dark purple (Indiana University crimson?) ankle that was at least twice the size of my other ankle. This was problematic because I had a job interview in Indianapolis (an hour away) that day…


Crutches At March Madness

Being on crutches sucks. After five minutes of hobbling around, you feel like your armpits have lost every layer of skin.

Except when being on crutches is your Golden Ticket.

My senior year in college was the last time the Hoosiers made it to the final game.  (As I write this, I cannot BELIEVE it was eleven years ago.)

Truly, those few weeks were a magical time. Sports can unify people like very few other things can, and it is an intensely emotional bond. As cheesy as it sounds, I really felt like I was part of something quite special. During those games it felt as if time stood still. Every bar was packed to the gills with fans wearing their Indiana Basketball Tshirts, chanting the fight song:

Indiana, Our Indiana,

Indiana, we’re all for you!

We will fight for the cream and crimson,

For the glory of old IU

Never daunted, we cannot falter

In the battle, we’re tried and true

Indiana, Our Indiana,

Indiana, we’re all for you!


Because everyone wanted to watch the game at a bar, advance planning was required. All of the bars opened at noon, and to get a table (and faster bar service), someone had to show up at noon to claim a table.

While in theory it sounds like a good idea to spend seven hours in a shitty college bar drinking shitty college beer, the reality is that A) I suck at waiting for things, which makes everyone around me homicidal, B) it gets expensive to drink for twelve hours (even cheap college pitchers), and C) I suck at waiting for things (did I already mention this point?), thus rendering getting myself to the bar at noon impossible. Sadly, my powers of persuasion did not work on my boyfriend or on my best friend as neither of them volunteered (or caved to my repeated requests) to give up their afternoon to go sit at the bar.

I was about to find another way to secure a table during March Madness. Before you congratulate me on my powers of persuasion  you should know that crutches open many doors (and secure sitting in crowded bars)…

Six On Sunday, Version 35; The One That Didn’t Publish on Sunday

1. Indiana Basketball. This is the only time of year I pay any attention to sports. Sure, sports events are a great excuse to have a party and drink wine, but as far at the sports go, I could care less… I am LOVING watching March Madness, and am so excited to cheer for my team! Extra points for anyone who knows why the Indiana players do not have their names on their jerseys.

2. Target. Why is it that every single time I walk through those doors, I spend WAY WAY more money than I had planned on. I do not know why I even bother with a list as what I actually buy is never on it.

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I could not resist using this picture again because let’s face it; I am The Most Beautiful Bride Ever.

3.Wedding Pictures. Even after all these years, I still get a bit misty eyed when I look through my wedding album. I also feel very old… while my pictures are wonderful, and I am still The Most Beautiful Bride Ever, my pictures are dated. Since my wedding, pictures have changed from the standard posing- bride with bridesmaids at alter, groom with bridesmaids at alter, etc- into more journalist and more artsy. Today’s pictures reflect the personalities of the couple, and are far less formal. I would change a few things about my wedding, with the number one being the photography. Engaged gals take note: pictures are forever and you WILL still care years later about how the pictures (and everyone in them) look.


4. The Bar Method. Supposedly the hottest workout- touted as “the most targeted body sculpting workout- in Hollywood since Pilates, I jumped at the chance to try it. A friend of mine had a guest pass and invited me to go with her. I enjoyed it. My thigh (and hamstrings and gluts and calves) were not such big fans… which is a success in my book.

5. Chocolate Banana Bread. Emma and I were making banana bread on Saturday, and we were inspired by the cocoa powder that leapt out of the cabinet when we opened the doors. It turned out to be a great addition to our bread. I would share the recipe except that I never use one. Which is great because it’s always a surprise (ha!) but sad because I can never seem to replicate exactly what I did…

6. Snow. As faithful readers know, I Over Snow. I grew up in the Midwest and have seen my fair share of the stuff. However, I was a little nostalgic for the coziness that a snow day brings….

Overplucked Eyebrows Take Forever To Grow Back & Other Lessons I Have Learned

Teenage girls do have the forgiving luxury of youth on their side. Many mistakes they make are chalked up to inexperience and are forgiven. Sadly, when it comes to makeup, the world is not so forgiving…

I have waxed poetic on some of the common mistakes these gals make. I have given advice. I have practically fallen on my knees, begging for them to listen.

Here is one last lesson, that I myself have learned the hard way…

Please know that the area under the eye is as sacred as you young girls tell your fathers you are. Nothing is to ever go there, NEVER EVER! (Sounds a lot like Dad’s advice, doesn’t it?!) Unless you are an expert, there is to be no liner, and no mascara under the eye. You can obtain expert status via an endorsement from your favorite local makeup counter gal.


If you do not know what I am talking about, rest assured you are not an expert. The only exception to this rule is concealer, which does not require a sign off. One day, when you have daughters of your own and you are so freaking tired because the-Good-Lord-knows-you-haven’t-had-a-full-night-of-sleep-since-they-were-born you will be VERY GLAD you have a good one (concealer. Hopefully daughter too!)

And finally, let’s address your eyebrows.  While the Brooke Shields look isn’t in vogue today,

neither is the Pamela Anderson.

I know it seems very grown up to pluck your eyebrows, but, like driving a car, it is a huge responsibility. And it takes practice. Just as no one is born knowing how to parallel park (and, to be fair, who can now?), no one is a perfect plucker. Please remember that less is not more! I speak from experience when I tell you that LIFE LONG DAMAGE can be done by over-plucking. Also, do not attempt to pluck your eyebrows after enjoying an adult beverage (Indiana University, Little 500, April 2001). I am here to tell you that sporting only half of an eyebrow isn’t a good look, and it cannot be camouflaged with makeup.

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The Most Fun In College EVAH!

Girls, I don’t mean to be preachy, it’s just that I have made all of these mistakes (and many more), and I would hate for you to wander around, looking like a perpetually surprised weirdo sporting more mascara under your eyes than on your lashes. Trust me when I tell you to embrace your youth. Remember, I write this from the other side of thirty, and the other side of the hill isn’t so pretty. (In good news, however, you will have the resources when you are old and grey like me to pay for quality products.  Trust me, you will! Another lesson: DO NOT CUT CORNERS WHEN IT COMES TO SKINCARE. )

Until then, Godspeed girls.

Godspeed and a light hand with the makeup brush!


Six On Sunday, Verison 2

1.Holiday Weekends.  Woo Woo! A special, heartfelt Thank You to all who are serving, have served, or will serve.  You are all truly heroes. Godspeed.military 260x300 Six On Sunday, Verison 2

2.. Graduations. My nephew graduated from high school this weekend. iu1 Six On Sunday, Verison 2Hard to believe my COLLEGE graduation was TEN YEARS AGO this month… I think I am ready to go back.  I have only been back once, about six months after graduation. It was awful- I felt so left out of the community.  I was too old to be an active participant, and not yet old enough to be nostalgic about things. I would love to go back now- I think I’m far enough removed (ten years+ a marriage+ motherhood will do that to you), but I no longer live within driving distance and my husband just doesn’t see Bloomington, IN as a vacation destination. 

3.The Pool.  It’s open! And just as lovely and refreshing as last year.

4. TV furniture (Also known as entertainment centers).  Last week, we were all about the TVs… this week, it’s all about how to house them. Thomas wanted to hang them on the walls so Emma couldn’t get to them (fair point. anytime she sees anything cute- like a puppy- she tries to pet and or kiss it).

5. Streaming Netflix. While at the gym on the PreCor, it is genius!

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RHOC Season 7

6.Real Housewives of Orange County. I am finally caught up! Several things have to cascade just so to enable me to watch RHOC.  Firstly, Emma has to be asleep (something about a bad influence). Secondly, Thomas has to be busy (something about stupid, vapid, brainless TV). And lastly, I have to have some free time (something about working full time, traveling husband, having a toddler). Thankfully, the stars were in alignment and I got to watch three episodes on the new TV!!