life is like a spin class & cucumber salad

I’m about to drop a bomb of a metaphor on you. Life is a spin class. (If you have never been to a spin class, you need to go right now and then continue reading this post.)

Cucumber Salad

When you go for the first time, you’re not really sure what the heck you’re doing. You adjust the settings, and then you get on and just go. It’s always better with some serious jams to encourage you to move along and step it up. You start to really get into it. There are going to be parts where you’re kickin ass and takin names, and then there will be a lull at some point or a slow and steady climb.

It’s always better with a friend.

Farmer's market cucs

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Spiced Molasses Cookies

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It’s the time of cookies and decorating trees and thousands of Santas flooding the streets. I’m sure I mentioned this, but this is when my cartoon self comes out in full force :) So many things make me happy….a few examples: the fluffiest hat you’ve EVER seen, cutting snowflakes with Caitlyn (fyi, “cheating” with patterns you find online is really the way to go if you don’t want your flake to look like the, “aaaaall the snowflakes are beautiful, Katie!”), the smell of Christmas trees, and ridiculous Christmas decorations (stay tuned later in the post for all the photographic evidence).

**NOTE: If you think I’m crazy in my oh-so-excited state (hint, usually accompanied by a “Eeeeeeeeeeeee!”), just laugh, give me a hug, and tell me I’m cute.

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The roomies and I went up to New York City for Santacon! Literally thousands of Santas and elves flooding the streets. Shenaniganry cannot not ensue. That’s right, double negative. (I needed to make sure you read that sentence.) This epic event began with an early morning party including a veritable mountain of bagels, mimosas, and coffee (Bailey’s optional). And because a girl always wants to bring something to contribute to the party, I brought these delightfully chewy, spiced molasses cookies…although they didn’t make it out of their hiding place in the kitchen and into the party, but they’re so yummy, I guess I can’t really blame Santa.

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