my life in my words



There’s a danger in loving somebodything toooo much . . . 

Nah’ mean??

Yes ladies and gentlemen, there is danger afoot . . . a Big Foot! This recently opened sweet treatery is a mere 3 blocks away from my workplace (The Ol’ 9-to-5) and is catering to my latest addiction—oh so glorious FroYo!! This place seriously rules! Don’t get me wrong, I still got nothin’ but love for Menchie’s, but with this Diner ‘O’ Dreams just a hop skip and a jump away (and not up the hill like Menchie’s is) it’s a major competitor for my affection. Plus, they have some outta-this-world flavors!

Some are kinda scary . . . 

What the what??? Totally tried this!

What the what?!?!? Totally tried this! Let the record show that I’ve never actually drank a Red Bull so I don’t really know what this “should have” tasted like. What I do know is that it was pretty yummo. Not my fave, but not a dud either . . . and I’m still not going to drink Red Bull 😉

But most are really sweet! 

Holy yum, y'all! Did you know that Pineapple is actually my favorite fruit?!? Yeah? Well did you also know that it's more than tempting for me to not just put my mouth under the spigot of this flavor at the FroYo shop? TrueFax. I know, I know, I'm ridiculous. ;)

Holy yum, y’all! Did you know that Pineapple is actually my favorite fruit?!? Yeah? Well did you also know that it’s more than tempting for me to put my mouth under the spigot of this flavor at the FroYo shop and just let it flow freely? TrueFax. I know, I know, I’m ridiculous. 😉


Seriously though, this place is a Fro-tastic Wonderland for me! They have a great variety of classic + adventurous toppings to meet my fancy and they offer quality Gluten Free, Low Carb, Vegan, and No Sugar Added flavors that don’t taste “less than.” I’ll be honest, I’ve passed over a cup of ‘Yo’ at other places before because of tasteless or watered down NSA flavors. However, the ones at Yeti are full of flavor and don’t make me feel like I’m cheating myself. Obviously I had to pair my favorite fruit with this delectable flavor:


Honestly couldn't even tell that it was NSA, unlike the version I've tried at other FroYo shops. This definitely wins!

Honestly couldn’t even tell that it was NSA, unlike the version I’ve tried at other FroYo shops. This definitely wins!


Oh yeah, and I HAVE to tell you, that of all the coffee-flavored FroYo I’ve sampled around town, theirs is the BEST!!! I haven’t found a perfect mix for it yet, and lately I’ve been all about the mix, but believe me—it’s SUPER rich and delicious! It’s been fun stopping in from time to time to indulge in the sweet Yeti goodness and not feel like I have to rush around to grab-and-go. I’ve been known to pair a cup of this tasty freeze with some Red Beans & Rice w/ Andouille Sausage Gumbo at Metropolitan Market next door. It’s a match made in heaven if you ask me. 😉


You should also know that I'm a huge Menchie's spoon connoisseur and I carry an extra one around with me to use for eating soup or FroYo at other shops (The Jewel Box/Yogurtland). However, the spoons at Yeti are pretty rad and come in some great colors that I love! So now I carry one of each ;) www.I'

You should also know that I’m a huge fan of the Menchie’s spoon—so much so that I carry an extra one around with me to use for eating soup or FroYo at other shops (The Jewel Box/Yogurtland). I just like the weight, feel, and shape of it compared to others. However, the spoons at Yeti are pretty rad and come in some great colors that I love! So now I carry one of each 😉 http://www.I’


Speaking of perfect pairing, things are about to get even worse (but mostly better) for my wallet! I not only got one of these sweet babies:


Oh Yeti Club, ♫ you got a friend in me . . . ♫

Oh Yeti Club, ♫ you got a friend in me . . . ♫


But I also downloaded the Pirq app that Yeti uses, so I can get FroYo discounts (usually 30% or 50% off) during certain days/times. What a win!

Dear Perq, thank you for helping us indulge on the cheap. Signed, Amo and her wallet.


Menchie’s also uses Pirq, so if the deal is better at one location, I’ll go there. But mostly, I’m okay with passing up the bigger money discount for the time convenience of just hitting up the lower discount in the Yeti zone. My main challenge will now be teaching myself that not every day is FroYo day . . . psh. Or maybe it is! 😉


I can’t wait til they add more flavors into the rotation . . . like their legendary Peanut Butter Coconut, Peach Cobbler, Greek Lemon, Homemade Apple Crisp, and Oatmeal Cookie! They also have cute shirts, coffee mugs, and other merch goodies for cheap! I’m getting one of the mugs next week!

So uh . . . who’s up for a FroYo date with me in the LQA? 😉


Dedicate | Fit Life Friday


With the news and unfolding follow-up events of the Boston Marathon bombings and the explosions at the fertilizer plant in West, Texas, this week has been a roller-coaster of emotions. I’m not going to lie, as I read the reports about the plant explosion, I found myself asking God, “Lord, what is the deal? Why is all of this happening? Couldn’t you just prevented all of this before we had to endure all the death and tears? This is all too much.” Yet even as I was finishing, I found myself wondering why I was doubting so much. I can’t explain why these events had to happen or what God has in mind for the restoration process, but I’m stepping up to do what I can to be a part of it. In order to be able to do that, I believe, I have to look beyond my fears and move past my own issues with being labeled a “runner.”



This week’s Work-It Circuit


First of all, what fears? I gotta be honest—ever since I recovered from the Valium fiasco, I’ve been living in fear and shame for getting back to working out. The entire time I was sick, the biggest concern I heard from others was about how much I exercised. Any time my friends and family would relay things about me to the doctors, there was always a “THIS GIRL WORKED OUT HARD EVERY DAY!” exclamation. And I always heard it in a tone that made it seem like it was dirty—like I was making a dumb decision to exercise and that it was what caused all my problems. I started developing in my mind that, despite what my doctor said, exercising was shameful and something only “overachievers” did. I realized that I was becoming known for my exercise habits and somewhere inside, I associated it with being that annoying friend that everyone avoids, lest she try to get you to do 24 manly push ups on command. I didn’t want that. I still don’t. And to be honest, even before it all, I DID workout, but it wasn’t every day and it wasn’t always with full energy. I had no problem modifying workouts to meet my level.


I’m pretty sure my BodyCombat instructor has the coolest style ever! I totally love this outfit!


The truth is, I actually enjoy exercising now. I find myself going to the gym and walking out proud that I was able to do certain things that I hadn’t done in a while. I’m fighting to get my life back. I don’t want to get back into the habit of being lazy about my fitness. I want to get my muscles and my figure back. I want to be strong again. So I’ve been exercising regularly again and doing my best to eat more healthy foods (recovery time for me was filled with grilled cheese sandwiches, pizza, french fries, chips, and cookies to aid in weight gain—but that’s another story for another post). Am I back to my ideal healthy diet and happy weight zone? Nope. Not yet. But I’m working on it. However, let’s get back to this fear talk. Since I didn’t want to be known as that girl who’s always working out, I stopped posting about it. I went and did the work, but I didn’t post about it. I would quickly change the topic when it came up in conversation and do my best to avoid it altogether. I’ve been ashamed of it. Yet, as I walk through this season of my life where I’m having to get real with myself and work through my fears and insecurities, I have come to a place where I don’t want to hide it anymore. If it makes me “that girl” or an “overachiever” or a “health fanatic,” then so be it. It’s a healthy choice I want to make for my life not just today, but years on down the road. Therefore, I believe now is just as good a time as any to bring back Fit Life Friday!


Amo, The Color Runner


The issues with being labeled a “runner” goes back to a time when a dear Fit Friend of mine would constantly refer to me as a “runner,” after completing The Color Run last year. I smiled and kinda shrugged it off at first because when I think of “runner,” I think of HER—someone who enjoys running for the thrill and great feelings that come along with it. That didn’t really apply to me. I hated running . . . I still kinda do—we’ve definitely got a love/hate relationship going on. I just didn’t think that participating in one run would qualify me as a “runner.” Those folks put all their time, energy, heart, and soul into their sport and I kinda just did the event because it looked cool and colorful. However, with the recent news of the bombing at the Boston Marathon, I felt a heavy hurt, pain, and sympathy for each and every one of those participants. That race was special for them. They trained their hearts and their souls out to get there . . . to join in with a community of other elite runners for a victory comparative to a Bowl Game. I mean, when I think of fighters—I think of runners. They are tough stuff and they go through hell and high water to reach their goals. In what should have been a day of celebrating the huge payoff, they were met with death, fear, and tragedy. I can’t imagine what it’s like to have been in the middle of it all. The fact that Bostonians were able to walk away from it a more united and hopeful community inspires me to no end.



I still don’t know that I would consider myself a runner (maybe if there’s a Rookie Runner status, I could go with that), but I still want to do my part because I do feel connected to this community. I follow a lot of great fitness blogs, so I get to see the behind-the-scenes of their training for 5ks, 10ks, marathons, triathlons, CrossFit Competitions, Olympics, etc. Their words have coached me along to reach my own fitness goals each time I was ready to throw in the towel. In fact, I was greatly encouraged by a quote that one of my fave bloggers, BLONDE PONYTAIL, posted by Kristen Armstrong of Runners’ World:


“Let’s instead do what runners do best.  Let’s be strong.  Let’s be patient as information comes in.  Let’s pace ourselves.  Let’s endure.  Let’s close the gap and tighten up the pack.  Let’s recover together.

The road ahead is long.  But little do they know, we’re good with that.” (source)


It just really kept my perspective in check and left me hopeful for some good to come out of all of this. I hope I can be part of that good. This past Wednesday, I made up my mind that I’m not going to avoid running because it makes me a “runner.” I’m going to embrace it because it encapsulates my heart and spirit. We’re all fighters. We fight for justice. We fight to be strong. We fight to be the best versions of ourselves and have fun doing it. I walked into the gym on Wednesday in my Color Run t-shirt, with my head held high, proud to give 30 minutes of my time to pray for those affected by the tragedy during my tribute #RunForBoston.



It was an honor for me to be able to take time out to pray for them as I got in a good run. I’ll be lacing up my shoes again next Monday evening as I join the Seattle runners community in a tribute run to honor the victims of that tragedy. I’m also going to wear the Boston Marathon colors when I do The Color Run again this year. And while I run, I will be praying and thinking of all those who give (and have given) their time, energy, attention, and lives to health and fitness. I know it may seem silly to some. It may seem like a media ploy or a way to ease my own pain, but it’s not. It’s the only way I know that I can personally give back to a community that has given me so much during my own journey to reclaim my health. It reminds me that life is equally precious and fragile. Seeing those runners jet past the finish line and into blood banks to donate, or back into the fray to rescue victims made me proud to be an American. Even from such an incredible distance, they helped to heal my heart along with many others. This is the least I can do and I am more than proud to join the ranks of those fighters. Thanks to them, I am a runner. ♥


Happy Fit Life Friday, y’all!


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Blue Ocean Floor

I have a co-worker who jumped on board in our department once I switched from one full-time job to two part-time jobs. He’s originally from Hawaii, so I guess I can understand that he gets warm very easily. However, I get cold very easily. After my recovery allowed me to get back to working normal hours at the office, I noticed something I just hadn’t much taken note of before. I usually come into the office, turn the heat up to 68, take off my jacket and look forward to enjoying the day. About 2 hours later, I’ll notice that it has gotten remarkably colder and I’ll put my jacket back on. Next thing you know, I look up at the ceiling, then at the thermostat on the wall and notice that not only has my co-worker turned the AC down to 60, but he’s also put the fan on in the office. So then after he goes out for his smoke break, I’ll put the heat back on, and turn the fan off. When he comes back, he turns the AC back down and the fan back on. It’s become a pretty fun game. It hasn’t bothered me enough to bring it up as an argument, so I just adjust by leaving my warm clothes on and making LOTS of hot tea throughout the day. (See, he’s helping me stay healthy.) 😉


Whaddaya do?

Whaddaya do?


But it did spark a funny dialogue today with my boss! After she had been in our office for a few minutes she asked:

Boss: Is it just me or is it REALLY chilly in here?

Me: Yeah, it’s pretty cold.

Boss: Oh, so you’re cold too? Do you want to turn on the heat in here?

Me: Nah. I usually turn it on and then it gets turned off shortly after. I’ll be fine.

Boss: (laughing) Yeah, but only because you’re wearing a jacket, a hat, a scarf, and gloves!

Me: And thermals. 😉

Boss: Ah, I see. So it’s just another sunny day in the office then!


We both laughed so much after that! And I still haven’t turned the heater on.  At least I’ll have some hot tea to keep me company today and then tomorrow when I’m working at Westside, I can bring a space heater into my office and stay toasty warm all the day long!


Grow Up

The dishes are done, baby!!!!

Special Delivery for Uncle Sam

Special Delivery for Uncle Sam

And by dishes I mean taxes. Taxes. TAXES!!!!  Gather ’round and let me tell you a quick little story. The other day, I paraded around our office at the ‘Ol 9-to-5 and chanted loudly:




My co-workers got the biggest kick out of it and then commented about how nice it was to “have me back.” Do what I can folks. 😉


For the past few years, I’ve relied on one of my parents to process and file my taxes for me. I mean, c’mon, I failed Math in school. Plus, I’m a single lady and IF I was married, you bet your bottom dollar I’m making The Mastah ‘o the ‘Ouse do all the dirty work . . . taxes included! Well a few months ago, I texted one of my parents (the one that usually does them) and asked if they would be willing to do my taxes again. Little did I know that the phone account was a shared number and my other parent shot me back a text saying that they would not allow them to do my taxes. They were too overworked and shouldn’t have to deal with the stress of taking care of my taxes. Fair deal. Though it could have easily been a time for me to get upset, I saw it as a new opportunity to grow even more as an independent young professional. 


I guess it’s fitting that the year I get shot down for doing taxes is the year I’m focusing on a year of RENEWAL . . . to make extensive changes. I found it important to use this as a time to finally pick my chin up, face my insecurities, and put my big girl pants on. I found myself reaching out to someone I knew I could rely on to help me face the big challenge—my best friend, Maggie! She’s an excellent accountant, knows my struggles, knows how to coach me through tough seasons, and how to make me laugh through the terror of seemingly “big freakin’ deals.”


Doing taxes can drive a woman to drink . . . which is why I'm going with the tasty Mojito Mint Tea ;)

Doing taxes can drive a woman to drink . . . which is why I’m going with the tasty Mojito Mint Tea 😉


She sat down with me one afternoon and went over everything with me while I took extensive notes. Then I went through the process of hunting down all my necessary forms. Once I found them, I started chipping away at the tax form. Honestly, number crunching (even with a calculator) is like nails on a chalkboard for me. But oh let me tell you the sweet relief that came when I finally got it done! Yes, I most definitely filled out the form a few times before submitting a last draft version to Maggie so that she could double-check to make sure I filled out all the blanks properly, but I did it and it feels GREAT to have it done! Now that they’re done, I’m going to take Maggie’s advice and 


Make sure to watch the news on Monday. It’s the best! You see lines of cars with frantic drivers trying to drop their envelopes in the mailbox before the deadline. It’s chaos and you can feel the stress! Just be watching . . . all the while knowing you’re done and relaxing!


See, she KNOWS how to make life awesome! I actually gotta give a round of applause to my folks for this one. Though I was shot down in the front run of it all, I’m learning the value in “figuring it out” for myself and I know it’s making me better in the long run. Not only was I able to tackle a big insecurity, but I’m feeling a little more grown up today. And now that my taxes are all filed away, it’s time to celebrate Amo style!


FroYo!!! Say hello to my nummy friend > NSA NY Cheescake + Sweet Coconut w/ a cherry on top + PARTY TIME SPRINKLES!!!!!

FroYo!!! Say hello to my nummy friend > NSA NY Cheesecake + Sweet Coconut w/ a cherry on top + PARTY TIME SPRINKLES!!!!!



A super-sized helping of the delicious Queen Anne brew at Caffe Ladro ♥ Mi Amoré

A super-sized helping of the delicious Queen Anne brew at Caffe Ladro ♥ Mi Amoré

Sayonara, fear of taxes!
Here’s to growing up!



PS: If you are my husband and happen to stumble upon this post a few years down the road, you are still SO TOTALLY doing our taxes! . . . I’ll be in the kitchen making coffee 😉


Smoke Gets In Your Eyes


♫ Theyyyyy asked me how I knew my true love was TRUUUUEEEEEE . . . I of course replied, something there inside cannot be denieeeeeeddd . . . ♫



For instance, here’s what can’t be denied. I actually think that my April Fools prank paid off this year! :O

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, boys and squirrels, thou hast been pranked! 

Hyuck-Hyuck [100 awesome points if you said that in a Goofy voice]

Hyuck-Hyuck [100 awesome points if you said that in a Goofy voice]

Look folks, it was a risk I was willing to take. In all honesty, I DID go to the Army Surplus store with my friend and we did have a really sweet clerk—who actually encouraged me to don this outfit—but by the time I worked up the courage to go back in there, he was helping another customer. I’ll be back to visit sometime soon, I’m sure. 😉 I really just wanted the picture to send to my dad to say, “You’d be so proud of me! I’m in your store!” Sometimes being an Army brat makes you do ridiculous things.


So I didn’t actually end up spending my night out on a hot coffee date. Instead, I opted for a nice evening that most single ladies dream of . . . I got off of work, headed to the gym . . .


I went to Body Combat class . . . and now my body is Jell-O. But man oh man do I feel tough!

And then I headed out to the grocery store to pick up supplies to prep my meals for the week . . . 


Not pictured is the other package of turkey sausage I'll be pulling out of the freezer later to make some sausage w/ sweet potato mash. Yummo!

Not pictured is the other package of turkey sausage I’ll be pulling out of the freezer later to make some sausage w/ sweet potato mash. Yummo!


By the way, strawberries going on sale 2 for $4 may be the best worst thing that ever happened to me 😉

And now I’m settling in for the night, refueling from the workout, and doing some prep-work for our upcoming VBS . . . while watching TOMMY BOY. It’s the perfect Hot-Date-By-YoSelf combo! 😉 Ah yes, this is the life . . . the Single Lady Life. Don’t worry folks, hopefully sooner than later it’ll be the Dating Lady Life. Just give me a little more time and space. ♥ 


PS: I'm strongly considering getting tested to see if my hormones are outta whack or something. For the past 2 weeks, I've been craving and noming down on chicken sausage chili and sweet fruit! :O Seriously—pretty much every night, I've eaten an entire bin of strawberries. yeesh! :O

PS: I’m strongly considering getting tested to see if my hormones are outta whack or something. For the past 2 weeks, I’ve been craving and nomming down on chicken sausage chilli and sweet fruit! :O Seriously—pretty much every night, I’ve eaten an entire bin of strawberries. yeesh! :O


To all of those who left sweet comments on my FB post—THANK YOU!! It’s actually quite reassuring to know that you would trust and support me in the dating endeavor!! Sadly, I still have not gone on my first date ever. The way I see it, it’s like a fine wine . . . the longer I wait, the more sweet and rich it will be. *fingers crossed* And honestly, if you are the praying kind and would like to add my love life to your prayer list, you could always lift up a little request that God would send the right person at the right time in the right way . . . my way. 😉 

And for those who are still waiting patiently for me to get in the dating game—thanks for your patience. I actually had a guy hit on me the other day . . . but he was in his upper 50s . . . and wasn’t attractive at all. Bummer. Seriously, can we clone Ben Affleck already?!? 

Well folks, I hope you all had a very Happy April Fools and didn’t get tooooooo trixed. If it makes you feel better, this trickster totally got trixed in the lamest way. This morning in our office meeting, one of our co-workers said, “Make sure you’re all prepared for the massive storm that’s due to hit tonight.” We all panicked for a hot second before she laughed and said April Fools. I’m telling you, the level of relief that hit me afterward was ridiculous. I’ve been stranded at my workplace toooooo many times do to inclement weather. No. Thank. You. 

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I must get back to . . .