Doing Disney as a Non-Disney Person: Day 1

When it comes to going to Disney, there are some people who are *DISNEY!!!!* people and some people who are not. It is very, very easy to tell the difference. The *DISNEY!!!!* people are on the plane in matching family themed t-shirts. They are probably staying at one of the many Disney hotels and going for the full experience with all the stuff that you have to plan in advances (sometimes months in advance): the Magic Bands, the reservations at the character breakfasts, the appointment at the Bibbidi Bobbidi Bouitique, and of course the Fast Passes.

I think that is a totally valid and fun way to experience Disney (if that’s your jam), but this is a post about doing Disney when you don’t have a wardrobe of Disney clothes, want to do just slightly more than the bare minimum in terms of planning, and care a lot more about rides than meeting characters or seeing the shows.

As I mentioned in my last post, my six year old and I went to Orlando in September to avoid the biggest theme park crowds (and, it turns out, to sweat as much as humanly possible).  Let’s talk about the Disney part of the experience, day 1:

  • Over a year ago, I had won four one-day Park Hopper passes in a charity auction, so we I knew Ev and I would do at least two of the parks. We chose to do Animal Kingdom and Magic Kingdom. We ended up making a last minute decision to add Epcot on to the end of our Magic Kingdom day. While I’m glad that we saw Epcot, I feel like we only really scratched the surface of that park, despite the fact that we were at the parks from 9am-8pm (23,000 steps that day!). If I do Disney again, I don’t know if I would do the Park Hopper option again, unless it was for multiple days. I think one park per day is PLENTY to do. If you do try to do two parks in a day, the Magic Kingdom/Epcot combo is probably the easiest since you can take the Monorail to get from one to the other at no cost.
  • A note about transportation — we stayed in a non-Disney property that I chose largely because it was pretty centrally located to the parks. It was fine, though it was a place that also has time-shares, so there was some sales pitching for signing up for that, which is politely ignored because the offer of a free weekend in Branson, Missouri is aggressively not my jam. I didn’t rent a car so we did an airport shuttle to the hotel ($64 round trip for two people) and used Uber to get to all the parks (most trips were $9-14). Parking at Disney parks is $20 a day, so Uber and not paying for a rental car ended up saving a few bucks for us. A note about Uber — the Uber drivers we had were all SUPER nice and because of the Parks, they all drive A LOT. I didn’t have a single driver who had done less than 1,000 trips (you can see their trip total on the app) and all were 4.5 stars or higher, so I had no anxiety about getting murdered.
  • The first park we went to was Animal Kingdom, which I’d never done before. I did make fast pass reservations in advance, but only a few weeks in advance, so some of the ride options were already full. If you are going and a Fast Pass is available for the Avatar Flight of Passage is available — GET IT. That ride had by far the longest line (180 minutes as of 9:15am) but was really cool. I would have like to have gone on it twice but the lines were too long and we got rained out at the end of the day. There was a moment at the beginning of the ride when they are getting you locked in your seat that felt a little scary for Ev (I think she had A LOT of time to get nervous about it while we were waiting over an hour in line). Once the ride got going, she was totally into it.
  • We used our Fast Passes on Expedition Everest (my favorite ride and the most rollercoaster-y, though not too scary for my 6 year old, who calls it “a stomach dropper”), Kali River Rapids (fun and you don’t get nearly as wet as you do on the water rides at Universal studios. More of a sprinkle than a soak), and the Kilimanjaro Safari (we liked this so much that we did it twice. I HIGHLY recommend doing this toward the end of the day. The ride is in an open jeep/bus thing and is about 20-25 minutes long, so it’s a nice chance to get off your feet and rest for a bit. I also think the animals are more active when it isn’t the heat of the day. If you have a littler person, let them get in the row first because they’ll get amazing views of the animals as they walk around.) IMG_4198
  • Some of the other things we really liked at Animal Kingdom included:
    • The Boneyard: This is a play area where I could sit in the shade and Ev enjoyed climbing and doing the slides. Worth a stop if you are with kids under 12)
    • The Mahrajah Junkle Trek is like a mini-zoo tour. You can see tigers, monkeys, and a cool bat exhibit among other animals. Mostly shady, which is always appreciated
    • Lunch at Blaze Tree: good BBQ options and a staff that is ON IT in terms of making sure people with food allergies are taken care of (Ev and I don’t have any, but it was nice to see them being so attentive to people who have them).
  • A note about Animal Kingdom as a fat person: As I said in my last post, I’m about a size 22 with an hourglass shape and large breasts. I love rides and hate worrying about whether I will fit in them or not. I had ZERO issues with any of the rides/options at Animal Kingdom. I feel like Disney does a good job of really being accessible for people of size and, from what I can tell, people with physical differences.
  • There were several things at Animal Kingdom that we didn’t get to do (even though we were there from 9am-5:30pm) because it started POURING down rain at about 5:15, so rides were shut down and there was little hope that we would be able to dry off enough to have fun even if the rain stopped. I’m bummed that we didn’t get to see the Rivers of Light show in the evening because I’ve heard that it’s a great one.
  • We didn’t do any of the shows because my girl is all about the rides and really isn’t to the shows or characters. You can do a full day with just rides, if that’s your kind of fun.

I’d happily go back to Animal Kingdom if I went back. Expedition Everest was really fun and the Avatar ride was different and cool. I’d just try to aim for a day that wasn’t so rainy!



The Very Sweaty Guide to Universal Studios

A few years ago, I took my son (who was 7 at the time) to Florida for a Disney/Universal trip. Due to some circumstances that were out of my control, we did the trip with very little in the way of planning. No fast passes, no thoughtfully crafted itinerary, just a plane ticket and a vague sense that I wanted to see the Harry Potter section of Universal Studios. We went during March, which was great from a weather perspective and fairly God awful from a crowds at the park perspective. We had a great time, but Disney especially was so busy that it was hard to even find places to sit and eat and the ride lines were really long.

I knew that I wanted to take my daughter someday and that I for sure wanted to go during a less busy time of year. We ended up going last week and I totally got my wish — the parks (we did both Universal Island of Adventure and multiple Disney parks, which I’ll cover in a later post) were far less crowded in September than they were in March. The trade-off though? It was SO HOT. SOOOOOO HOT. The temperature was over 90 every day that we were there with humidity around 75%. It was like being in a humidifier. There was no relief for it. We left our hotel every morning at 8:30am and by 8:32am I was already sweating. I’m now back in Minnesota and it is currently 42 degrees and I’m still convinced that I’m slightly sweaty from the trip.

All that being said, Universal Island of Adventure is a super fun park. If you decide to go, here are some completely subjective opinions about it:

  1. There is a fast pass option that allows you to go in the express lane for any ride, one time. This option is $99 a person (more for the pass that let’s you use the express lane an unlimited amount of times) and is, as far as I can see, kind of a rip-off. There are 15 rides that you can use the pass on, but while we were there at least 5-6 of those rides had no line or a line that was shorter than 10 minutes. Given that you already pay $105 to get in the door, paying almost $10 extra per ride seems crazy to me.
  2. The Harry Potter rides are both really fun. The Forbidden Journey line can get long, but it takes you through Hogwarts Castle and is mercifully air-conditioned, so it isn’t too bad a wait, especially if you are a Harry Potter fan. We did this ride twice and it was probably my favorite at the park. If the wait time is under 30 minutes, you are lucking out and should go back in line and do it again. The other ride (The Flight of the Hippogriff) was my 6 year old’s favorite ride in the park because it was just enough of a roller coaster that she felt brave but not so scary that she felt afraid.
  3. We did lunch at Three Broomsticks restaurant, mostly to be inside and in the shade. I got the beef pasties meal and it was fine but the portion size was real small. My daughter had the ice cream for lunch because it was hot as balls and I was too tired to say no. She reports that it was “very good” but she’s 6, so her standards aren’t exactly super high.
  4. The HANDS DOWN best money I spent at the park was on a $15 refillable drink cup. The cup, which currently has a fairly horrifying Halloween theme, can be refilled with fountain drinks or Icee at multiple carts/booths at the park. Given the heat, I was really determined to make sure we stayed hydrated and I refilled this sucker with Vitamin Water at least six times plus with Diet Coke and Icee a few times. Ev and I shared it and it was well worth not paying $3 every time we were thirsty. One note, there is no place in the Harry Potter section to refill it though. IMG_4104.jpg
  5. A word about doing Universal as a fat person: Theme parks can be an anxiety provoking experience for the plus size person. I’ve had the experience at the Mall of America where I made it to the front of the line and then was too big to fit in the ride. That experience sucks. At Universal, there are several rides that have a sample seat that you can test out before you get into line to make sure you fit. If you are concerned, do it. I tested a few of them and at first I was worried that people who see me trying them out and that would be embarrassing somehow. But then I remembered that people have eyes and my size isn’t actually a secret, so who cares if they saw me double checking a harness. Honestly though, I never felt like anyone was paying that much attention. Everyone is too busy getting into line themselves or trying not to pass out from the heat (have I mentioned the heat yet? SWEATY). I’m a little over 5’8 and usually around size 22 and am an hourglass shape with large breasts. I fit into every ride, though the Incredible Hulk ride was a very tight squeeze. They do have a modified seat that gives a little more room but that was still TIGHT. They might not tell you about the modified seat option, but you can discretely ask for it when you are near the head of the line. If I was more of a pear shape or carried my weight in my butt/hips, I would not have fit. The rest of the rides were basically fine, with the Doctor Doom Freefall also being a bit of a squeeze. Thankfully none of the rides more designed for younger kids were tight at all, so I could easily go on all the rides with my daughter.
  6. There are two water based rides (Bilge-Rat Barges and Ripshaw Falls) that are both fun but you have to know that you are going to get head-to-toe soaked on them. This seemed like a refreshing idea in theory but the high humidity meant that it took my cotton shorts well over three hours to dry which got to be really uncomfortable. If I had to do it again, I would have worn faster drying workout type clothing instead. They do have drying machines you can use that cost $5 per person but I was too cheap for that.
  7. The worst ride was the Skull Island:Reign of Kong ride. It was loud, it totally scared my kiddo, and it wasn’t really fun at all. Unless you are just a big King Kong fan, I’d skip it.
  8. The Dr. Seuss section is great for younger kids and has a water play area. We hit that at the end of the day and my daughter played in the water for about 45 minutes while I sat in the shade and drank Diet Coke. This was a good decision.
  9. A very smart idea is to take a portable phone charger with you. It was nice to use my phone to play games during some of the longer waits and not worry about my battery dying.

We were at the park from about 9:30am to 6pm, which was about 18,000 steps on my watch. I’m glad we didn’t do the park-hopper option because we were plenty tired after the first park. I did the other Universal Studios park when I was with my son and it was also very fun, with a slightly better overall Harry Potter area (Diagon Ally verses Hogsmede). I didn’t regret skipping it this time though as my girl isn’t into Harry Potter (yet). If/when I go back to Florida in the future, I’d probably do both parks but on separate days.

Next post: Disney World!

Next Chapter

My nightly routine has multiple steps these days. I pee, brush and floss, wash my face, inspect the mirror for evidence of new gray hairs (I’m up to 7 now!), pee again (you can never pee too many times), put in my mouth guard (I’m a stress related nighttime teeth clencher), put on my wrist guard (I seem to have Candy Crushed my way into a carpal tunnel flare up), and then slip into something soft and faded to sleep in.

I turned 40 last week and sometimes I feel it.

Inside, of course, I don’t feel any older than I did before, though I’m aware that I’m more steady and less critical of myself than I was 10 years ago. In the weeks leading up to my birthday I wasn’t sure if turning 40 would bug me. I sort of felt like it should, but maybe only because I’m a woman who lives in a particular culture that values women who are 22 over women who are 40. Which, with all due respect to any 22 year olds reading this, is total bullshit. I have zero desire to be 22 again. The truth is that my 30s were better than my 20s and my 20s were WAY better than my teens, so I feel like there is good reason to be optimistic about the next decade.

I celebrated my birthday by going out to dinner and then a Beyonce and Jay-Z concert with a group of friends. We ate kalbi at a Korean place and then danced and danced at the concert. I got home after midnight, tired and vowing to do more squats (Beyonce, man. Beyonce is legit inspiring when it comes to what the power of strong thighs and booty can do). The next day I left for four days in a cabin with my family. So far 40 means: good friends, enough financial security to swing concert tickets and a cabin rental, a marriage that feels stable and safe, two kids who make me laugh and who are still young enough to think that playing in the lake with me for two hours is the best possible way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

If I live as long as my parents (who are still alive) and grandparents I’m almost at the halfway point of my life. I’m not sure what I make of that thought. I just know that right now, I’m happy.

I Can Quit You

I’ve been culling my Facebook friends list lately, in an effort to both save my sanity and in reflection of the fact that my kids are getting older and I want to be more selective about who gets to see pictures of them or to hear some of the stories from our life. Some of the deletes were easy — I started by getting out of any group that I didn’t add myself too (I have no desire to be in 27 dead groups of people who used to sell LuLaRoe). Then I looked at my friend’s list and asked myself “do I care even a little about this person’s life?” and then deleted all the “Nope” people.  This group included former student workers from a job I had a decade ago, a former neighbor who has turned into a rabid anti-vaxxer who believes that the CDC caused the AIDS epidemic through the use of polio vaccines (huh?), and one old ex boyfriend that I friended a million years ago when I wanted to see what his now wife looks like (we all have our moments of internet shame).

The next question I asked myself was “does this person regularly post things that make me want to set my hair on fire?” and this is where things got a little trickier. I’ve deleted a handful of people in the last few years, including my own father, because all their posts did was put trash in my feed. Now, I should note that this isn’t because my dad is a Republican, even though I’m very politically liberal. I have a fairly high number of politically conservative friends (thanks Christian college!) and I think there is value in not living in an online echo chamber. But Trump changed that for me. I’m okay with realizing a friend and I disagree about the estate tax. I can even engage in civil, interested conversation about why I think we should substantially reduce funding for the military or about the appropriate role of unions. But I can’t abide the ugly dehumanization of people. Or glee over human rights abuses. Or tacit acceptance of mocking of people with disabilities. I can’t.

I’m someone who very much sees my social media life as part of my real life. Some of my closest friends (like the people who are my “in case of emergency” contacts for my kids) were people I met online first. My online self and my real self are the same, which makes me wonder if deleting people from my Facebook life means I’m deleting them from my “real” life. I haven’t spoken to my father since I unfriended him on Facebook the day after Trump got elected. I can imagine a future in which it is years before we speak again and I feel peace about that. I think about deleting some other “friends” who I can no longer respect and I wonder if I should tell them why I’m done. I wonder if they’ll notice I’m gone or if they’ve muted me because my cute kids to anti-Trump ratio of posts is no longer favorable to them.

This is what happens when you realize you don’t disagree about politics — you disagree about whether other people’s children are actually fully human. If we disagree about that, I don’t think I’ll miss you at all.


This morning I woke up to a house that is quieter than usual. My son, who just turned 10, is away at overnight camp for the first time. I found myself fretting about him a bit while I got ready for work. Did he sleep okay in the cabin last night? Was it too hot? Is he making friends with the other campers? Did he remember to check himself for ticks?

It was just an odd feeling to not know what my child was doing at that exact moment. I’ve pretty much always known what he was doing and feeling most of the time. Even though he was totally ready to go to camp, I feel the weight of his absence and I wonder how many times I can refresh the Facebook feed from his camp (hoping to see a picture of him) before I seem kind of pathetic.

But here’s the thing: I chose this.

I chose to send him to camp. I chose to send him to this particular camp. I chose to send him for a particular amount of time and I know when, where, and how I’ll get to pick him back up. He’s safe and secure and still I worry about him.

Can you imagine being separated without knowing where your child was? Without your child knowing where you are? In a place where you don’t speak the language and when the outcome is so desperately uncertain – will you ever see each other again? How long until you find out something, anything about their safety? What if your ability to be reunited hinges on your child being able to tell someone who doesn’t speak their language your full name and birthdate? What if you never got around to teaching them that? What if you start hearing stories about other children trying to kill themselves?

How would you ever be okay again?

I feel like the stories coming from the border are going to break me. I made myself listen to the audio from inside the detention center where children are being housed in cages and I felt like something in me turned black. I’m so angry. I’m so angry. I’m so angry.

I tried to make myself feel a little better by throwing some money at the problem and donated to some organizations doing legal work for unrepresented minors. I imagined calling some family members who voted for Trump and asking them if, knowing this, they’d still vote for him. If they said yes, then I would know. I would know that they aren’t ever allowed to be near my children again. I went back on Facebook to look for a picture of Miles, who is probably happily swimming right now.

What a fucked up country we are. How broken and rotten at the core we must be.

Family Vacation

We just got back from an excellent family vacation. We took the train from Minnesota to Toronto and then, a few days later, from Toronto to Montreal. I feel like our family trips usually fall into one of two categories: the sit in one place (usually by water) and relax trip or the Do! All! The! Things! trip. This one was very much a doing and moving and seeing kind of trip and now I would kind of like a week of sitting by a lake to recover from it, but I’ll settle instead for a three day weekend and a return to work instead.

(I may have spent sometime online today looking for cabin rentals for later this summer. I’m only human.)

(I’m also a Minnesotan, which means that 95% of all the cabins in the state appear to have been rented already because we are a state obsessed with our lakes and spending as much time as possible sitting by them so my dream of spending my upcoming 40th birthday in the woods somewhere probably won’t come true.)

(I’m turning 40 this summer. I… I think I feel okay about this? We’ll see. But in case not, please brace yourself for the possibility of some angst ridden blog posts in August. )

This trip was probably the longest one we’ve taken as a family and it went 97% well. Please allow me to be a lazy blogger and share some thoughts in trusty old list format:

1. Taking the train is better in almost every single way than flying or driving in a car, especially when you have kids. The downside is that it takes longer than flying but the upside is EVERYTHING ELSE. You can get up and walk around! You have leg room! Sexy, sexy leg room!


We got a sleeping car for the overnight portion of our trip and the kids basically vibrated with excitement about the whole thing. The rooms are small, especially for the more robustly built of us, but sleeping on a train is actually pretty great.



I asked the kids if the want to drive, fly, or take the train on our next trip and they were instant and unanimous in their answers: TRAIN. This was even after we had a 10+ hour layover in Buffalo, NY which was kind of brutal.

2. Speaking of: there is nothing, not a single thing, to do at the Buffalo Depew train station. If you should find yourself there for longer than an hour or two, I highly advise that you make an alternate plan. We checked into a cheap hotel and watched TV and let the kids get a few hours of sleep. We’d thought about renting a car and going to Niagara Falls but this layover was at the end of our trip and we had a kid getting sick and I was pretty done by that point. Seven hours of screen time seemed like a good plan at that point.

3. Visiting aquariums gives you the opportunity to take cool pictures (#nofilter).


Visiting aquariums that let your child hold cute little cleaner shrimp and pet stingrays may cause them to give up eating shrimp for the foreseeable future, which is slightly problematic when they have already given up eating most other meat. Let me just say that I’m not sure the aquarium snack bar should have fish and shrimp tacos on the menu.

4. We went to a major league baseball game (go Blue Jays!), which was E.’s first time going to a professional sporting event. Her interest lasted exactly as long as the money available for snacks did. Should you make the trek to watch the Blue Jay’s play, I suggest the $3 frozen ice pops during the 6th inning, when things are starting to drag for your average six year old.

5. We got a condo with a washer and dryer in each city and were basically able to do the whole trip with one backpack per person and one small shared suitcase. I’ve decided that trips over five days require a laundry option. That plus a kitchen makes the condo option my first choice for all future trips.

6. Canadians really are nice and polite. We used the subway almost every day in Toronto, mostly out of the Union Station which is large, under construction, and kind of confusing. But I discovered that if you stand still there with a confused look on your face for more than 90 seconds, someone WILL come and offer to give you directions. And they will be incredibly pleasant and helpful about it. It’s probably the quiet knowledge that they have a hot prime minister and universal health care that keeps them so kind.

7. To the extent that our being American came up, I felt like Canadians just feel, well, sorry for us. They pity us. This was especially true when there was yet another school shooting while we were there. Hearing someone say “we don’t really understand how you can live like that” was kind of a gut punch.

8. This whole trip would have been a wildly different experience two years ago. Travel is really one of those things that gets SO MUCH EASIER as kids get older.

9. Poutine is delicious.

10. Poutine is delicious and practically necessary when you average 17,000 steps a day. So. Much. Walking. But worth it when you are walking around Montreal which is just gorgeous.


She approves of the vacation lifestyle.

Family Dinner Party

My family and I had dinner tonight with another family who also has young children. It was really lovely, though I’ve decided that eating dinner with another family is a really excellent way to become VERY AWARE of how picky your own children are. They made a delicious chili. My children ate cornbread and 3.57 pieces of shredded cheese. They announced they were “very full” roughly 37 seconds after dinner began, though they rallied enough to be hungry enough to request second helpings of dessert when that time came. Funny how that works.

After having had dinner plans with other families in the past, I’ve come to believe that when you are trying to entertain with children involved, you WILL say at least five of the following things:

“Wait, is that yours crying or mine?”

“Was that glass breaking?”


“I’m sorry, we can help pay to replace that”

“What do you say? What do you say? What do you say?”  (repeated until child in questions remembers the words “please” and “thank you” exist)

“Are you guys okay up there?”

“Let me get an ice pack, you’ll be fine”

“Are those happy screams or ?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, my kids do that too”

I feel like I should make a family dinner BINGO card. The free space would be for running in the house or just random screaming. So much screaming (largely from my child whose natural enthusiasm level hits about 11 when there are other children around).

Even though trying to socialize with other families still involves a lot of conversations interrupted by child wrangling, it does feel nice to get invited somewhere on a Friday night. It seems so strange to remember that there was a time in my life where I did *something* every Friday night, often not even starting the evening until 9pm. Now it is 9:30pm and I’m already in my comfy clothes, as is totally appropriate for my emerging middle age lady status.


I feel compelled to share that it is currently snowing quite steadily right now. Why does Minnesota feel so compelled to test my love like this?


What’s Making Me Happy?

My last post was kind of a downer, so let’s talk about something more fun, shall we?

I’ve been trying lately to be more aware of things that are making me happy or that I’m enjoying. Things have been really stressful at work this year and I’m facing a period of professional transition as I’ll be getting a new boss (a player to be named later) in a few months.  I find that bad days at work combined with the on-going shit show that is our current political situation can all to easily overshadow the rest of my life, making it feel like life is this grinding thing, when, in actuality, I’ve got a pretty good situation.

Somethings that have made my good list lately have included:

Black Panther and A Wrinkle in Time

I LOVED Black Panther and I think it is the better of the two most recent movies I’ve seen in the theatre, but I’m really, really glad both movies exist. I don’t think A Wrinkle in Time was a perfect movie but I did get teary eyed watching it because I could already picture the day in the future when I’ll show it to Ev (at 5 years old I don’t think she’d get it yet) and she’ll see a lead character who looks like her and is complicated and smart and not focused on being nice or making life easier for the men around her. I want THAT in way more movies, please.

And Black Panther? Man, I can’t wait to show her that one too. The female characters were so bad ass – every one of them strong in a different way. If she wants to shave her head after watching it, I’m saying yes.

Where Am I Now by Mara Wilson

I’m about a quarter of the way into this memoir and really enjoying it so far. Mara Wilson is a talented writer and her perspectives on childhood fame are really interesting, especially given that she didn’t fall victim to a lot of the terrible outcomes for child actors. Her parents seemed to have done right by her, she didn’t end up on drugs, and her thoughts on her appearance and the value of being pretty felt really relatable. I recommend!

The plan to travel

I’m basically 47% happier at any given moment when I know I have a trip to look forward to. This year’s big trip is going to be a train trip to Toronto and Montreal and I am beyond excited about it. We’re going to sleep on the train and have adventures and it will be the first time the kids get to use their passports. I’m literally counting the days…but there are still a lot of days before we go, so I get to enjoy the anticipation for a good long while.

The Billfold

Full disclosure time: I’ve written a few pieces for this website. But even if I hadn’t, I’d still enjoy it. I’m a fan of real people talking about what they actually do with their money and finding how much things really cost. I also sometimes like the Money Diaries on Refinery 29, except that I find them to sometimes be unrelateable as the people in them rarely fess up to buying things like fast food or frozen pizzas. Surely not everyone is always eating organic, are they? The comments section for these posts can be bitchier than Billfold, which is a plus or minus depending on how much you enjoy people judging each other’s finances

My children’s teachers

My children are both fortunate this year to have REALLY good, caring teachers. My son’s teacher last year was (pauses diplomatically) NOT A GOOD FIT and I feel like he had basically a lost year. His current teacher is so good I want to send her bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils. And my daughters kindergarten teacher is basically the Platonic ideal of a kindergarten teacher – warm, lovely, tender hearted but firm as needed.

The Arrangement

This show is a soapy drama about an actress and her contract to marry a fellow actor who is heavily involved in group that is basically Scientology. It is currently the show I am most looking forward to getting the next episode of and since it airs on Sunday nights, looking forward to it helps me fight the Sunday night sads.

Pop Culture Happy Hour

My favorite podcast is always smart and funny. I also stole the idea for this post from their regular feature on what’s making them happy.


Blog cliché alert: what’s making you happy lately?



“I just think I’d feel like super embarrassed.”

“I know, me too! I feel so bad for her.”

“She’s just gotten SO FAT.”

I had just ordered some scrambled eggs with cheese from the café at my work and had walked away to grab a bottle of water when I overheard two female students in the midst of an in-depth discussion of someone’s (a friend, I think? Although with friends like these…) weight. They chattered on, unaware that I was standing behind them. I found myself hoping their food would get done before mine, so I wouldn’t have to walk in front of them.

It’s uncomfortable to be reminded that my body is someone else’s worst nightmare.

I notice my radar is more up these days about when being fat is used as a punchline in TV shows or movies. It strikes me as lazy joke telling most of the time but today I wonder if the reason people to make fun of or tell jokes about fat people is because they are scared. They are scared to become one of us, afraid that treating bigger bodies with dignity might mean…what? That it’s okay to be the thing people dread being? I don’t know.

I’ll be honest. I’m not always great about treating my own body with dignity. I say and think mean things about myself. If I had the choice to be the weight I am now or a weight that started with a 1 as the first number, hell yeah, I’d choose to be in the 100 pound versus 200 pound club. Sometimes it feels like my weight is the biggest failure of my life and it is really super visible. Everyone can see that I’ve not managed to do the thing (be thin, be pretty, don’t take up too much space) that women are supposed to do.

But the older I get, the less capable I feel of being mad at this body all the time. This body carried my babies. This body powered me through a 5K last fall and through thousands of miles of swimming over the course of my life. This body carries my brain and my pretty eyes, both of which I am quite fond of.

Maybe I just wish other people saw all of those things too.

Date Night $$

I like nothing more than when people talk openly about personal finance stuff, so let’s do that here for a bit.

Last week my husband and I had our first overnight date in at least 3.5 years. I know having a date night is basic marriage advice 101 and I always enjoy going out with my husband, but can we talk about the reality of how much a big date costs, especially if you don’t have free childcare? Where we live, babysitting starts at like $10-12 an hour, unless you can find a 12 year old you trust who’ll only charge you $8, if you’re lucky. A standard dinner and movie date will probably cost you $50 for the babysitting alone, so you’re lucky if you can get the whole evening in at under $100 (movie tickets: at least $20, snacks $15, dinner at a low-key place $30). Date nights are supposed to be good for your marriage but marriage counseling might actually be cheaper.

Happily, we don’t need marriage counseling at the moment and we are lucky enough to have a good childcare option for an overnight date (something we haven’t really had before) since my awesome niece moved here for college. We hit her up for babysitting duties and scurried off to go to the movies (Black Panther — Wakanda Forever!) and then to stay at a semi-fancy hotel. Which, side note: I very much dislike that fancier hotels charge you for EVERYTHING. $15 for parking, $12 for wi-fi, we won’t even talk about the fact that an omelet for breakfast was $17 (spoiler alert – yes we will). If we do a date night again, I’m headed back to the Embassy Suites because that is fancy enough for me plus there is unlimited access to bacon for breakfast.

On the plus side, the hotel had a very large bath tub and I took not one but two bubble baths (getting my money’s worth) plus I slept in until after 9am, which is always a good idea. At one point I did start mentally doing the math on how much the hotel cost per hour and then I stopped that because I didn’t want to ruin my “I haven’t seen my kids is 18 hours” buzz. Instead, I read a Real Simple in the tub and wondered how long we could stay gone before my niece would start questioning her life choices.

Eventually, because I can’t help myself, I did finally do the math on our date and, well, I can say that it was both totally worth it and surprisingly expensive. One over night but not that fancy date (casual dinner, movie with snack, hotel room, lunch the next day, and babysitting) cost over $400. It could easily have been more if we had drinks with dinner or if I had been emotionally willing to pull the trigger on getting room service breakfast (The previously mentioned $17 omelet also required at $4 delivery fee and an automatic 20% gratuity — I just couldn’t get myself to believe that the privilege of eating eggs in my underwear was worth $25). It was SO GREAT to have almost 24 kid free hours with the person I like the most, so I don’t regret spending the money, but — yikes, it feels kind of indulgent to spend that much money on one night, you know?