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Posted on Jun 22, 2012 in Dear Diary | 28 comments


So in case you haven’t been subjected to my barrage of tweets regarding the weather situation in DC for the past few days (count yourself lucky), let me apprise you of the situation: it’s been a little dire.

And those really don’t even touch on the humidity. It’s been at anywhere between 50% and 70% humidity over the past week, and that hasn’t been pleasant. This weather, combined with the worst commute in all of history (because driving 9 miles should totally take an hour and a half) almost culminated in me fainting in my car on the way to work on Wednesday. Forrealz. Now, before you Texans and Arizonians and Floridians other warm-weather-dwellers get all up in arms about us Mid-Atlantians being whiner babies about a little bit of 100-degree weather, let me just say that this is not exactly the norm for us. DC is usually still a relatively temperate place in June. Sure, we get doused with the 98-degree (I dooooo cherish yoooou) weather come August, but we usually get a couple of months of nice, sunny, hot-but-not-so-hot-that-you-black-out weather before then.

I mean, for crying out loud, I was in the freakin’ Caribbean less than a month ago and it wasn’t this hot. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of the people who claims to hate summer with a burning (heh) passion. Sure, it’s not my favorite season (i’m an Autumn girl at heart), but it definitely has its benefits.


There’s sunshine, all manner of festivals and events, and hopefully more than a few days spent hanging out by the pool or at the beach. Supposedly, there’s also less traffic in the summer though, due to this week’s near-miss with heat exhaustion, I remain skeptical. It’s just that, as you guys are probably all too aware at this point, I don’t handle heat particularly gracefully.

See, I’m the gal with the tomato-red face and bulging eyes. I’m the one sweating bullets from every pore and my makeup running down my face. I get hot really easily and it takes me a long time to cool down (seriously, Ben actually makes fun of me all the time because I get sweaty so easily, haha). Adding to my overall classiness is the red marks on the back of my legs from having to peel my thighs off the leather seats of my un-air-conditioned car. I had kinda hoped that when I lost a little weight, my proclivity for overheating might have been subdued slightly, but as that hasn’t really happened, I’ll just have to come to terms with the fact that it’s just a part of who I am. And who I am is apparently a super classy lady. Hahahahaha.

60 pound difference, same red face.

One of my goals for the near future is get a new car but, unfortunately, there are a couple of factors that are preventing me from doing so just yet. Luckily, my wonderful, generous parents took pity on me after I had a breakdown about the heat wave, and offered to switch cars with me for a couple of days. This morning I rolled into the parking garage in my mom’s sweet Chevy Equinox (it still has that new car smell!), with the air conditioning on and the satellite radio blasting. Unfortunately, I think I could get used to this.

Alas, since I won’t be able to count on taking advantage of my parents forever, I do think I need to start being proactive about protecting myself against the summer heat. I had to revisit my post on hydration tips to remind myself of some ways to keep dehydration at bay, and am going to have to do some serious wardrobe shopping to make sure all my lightest, airiest (and yet still somehow work appropriate, I hope?) clothes are at arm’s length.

One bright side of this blistering summer heat? It definitely puts a damper on my appetite. Suddenly, the thought of ingesting anything too heavy, rich, or HOT is fairly repulsive. I actually WANT to eat nothing but salad and fruit! Go figure.

What are your most and least favorite things about summertime?

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Posted on Oct 28, 2010 in Dear Diary | 2 comments

Wet & Rainy

Good morning, everyone. Well, morning, at least. It isn’t particularly good in this part of the world, since it’s been wet and rainy here in Northern Virginia for the past couple of days. Plus, when I walked into my house last night at 11 PM, it was like 85 degrees inside. Wtf? I actually had to turn on the AC. And I hear that it’s supposed to drop like 20 degrees tomorrow? I just know that all this crazy weather-shifting is going to make me sick again… sigh. I’m ready for the cooler weather of Fall to come and stay. We haven’t had much Fall weather to enjoy except a few days here and there interspersed between days of HOT. I mean, it’s October 28th, people. I think that should officially count as “Fall”, don’t you? Le sigh.

So last night Daxter & I trekked up to Columbia (Maryland, not South America) to do a Stella & Dot trunk show at my sister’s apartment. Traffic really is a nightmare going up the beltway – I left at 4 PM and it still took me an hour and 20 minutes! I really feel bad for commuters. Pretty much all the women in my office commute from reeeeeeally far away in order to get here each day – I feel so guilty only living 5 miles away! So for all of you who spend an hour each way in the car getting to and from work, my heartfelt sympathies. Whew.

Anyway, it was really fun to get to meet a few of my sister’s coworkers (especially those that I’d heard so much about!) I guess she talks about this blog with them a lot, so it was really funny to have one of them come in, we say our “Nice to meet you!”s and then immediately she goes, “You look great!” Haha. 🙂 Nobody ended up buying anything at the trunk show, which was kind of a bummer but there were only a few people there and I wasn’t really expecting anything. Making money off of this thing is really just the gravy – having all my pretty jewelry to wear is the main point, right?

So after the party ended (wherein I snacked on too many of her homemade pita chips with hummus) she made me a bowl of organic butternut squash soup. I seriously need to rethink my position on soup. An entire cup of this soup was just 70 calories! And I could only eat half of it because it was so filling. So, 35 calories. Dang! And there are all those Progresso soups out there that are like, 60 calories for an entire can, or something ridiculous. For some reason, I’ve never been much of a soupie (save Panera’s broccoli-cheddar soup/deathtrap *drool*). I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I never found them particularly filling in the past. But that definitely wasn’t the case last night! I also like the idea of making my own soups. All the really impressive cooks know how to whip out a smooth, velvety soup. I really need to invest in that immersion blender I’ve always thought about. Damn you, Top Chef! You make me think I can do things!

Aaaaaanyway, so yeah. Thursday today. Almost there. Almost the weekend. Which is going to be jam-packed, since we’re throwing a Halloween par-tay at our house on Saturday! Here’s a hint as to what my costume will be:

No, I’m not actually going to be Snoopy, silly geese. That’s why it’s called a hint! 🙂 And as extra information that you definitely didn’t ask for, I actually played this character in my high school musical! And I’m going to be wearing my costume FROM said high school musical! Which means (if you’ve followed that logic) that I fit back into something I wore my senior year of high school! We’re going to ignore the fact that this means I was much heavier than I thought I was back in high school, and instead celebrate this small victory. I’ll post a picture when I’m all gussied up for the party, don’t worry. And with that, TTFN: ta-ta for now!

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