Fun Facts about Presidents Day

Happy Presidents Day friends!

When I think of Presidents Day,
I rarely think of taking time to celebrate and honor the presidents of this nation,
and instead I think more about how I’m going to spend my three-day weekend.

Like most random holidays, I tend to know little about their background.
My pure joy of having an extra day off work supersedes any interest I have in the history behind the holiday.

But in an effort to become a little more educated,
I decided to do a quick Presidents Day for dummies, and share it with you here.
You can thank me later.

Fun Facts About Presidents Day


  • Presidents day was created in 1885 in order to honor our first president, Mr. George Washington, who was born on February 22nd, 1732.
  • Though commonly referred to as “Presidents Day,” its official title is still “Washington’s Birthday.”
  • Up until 1971, the holiday used to be celebrated on Mr. Washington’s actual birthday, February 22nd. In an effort to create more three-day weekends (thanks Uniform Monday Holiday Act!), it is now always celebrated on the third Monday in February.
  • Though the holiday was originally created with the sole purpose of honoring our very first president, it has now come to be viewed as day to recognize and honor all presidents, past and present.
  • The holiday is also viewed as a tribute to the Purple Heart medal, an award established by George Washington for soldiers injured in battle. The award was not actually put into effect until 1932, on what would have been Washington’s 200th birthday.
  • Today, Presidents Day is one of the biggest “sales” weekends of the year.

And there you have it.
Some background on Mr. Washington’s Birthday.

I will be spending my Presidents Day at home trying to catch up on errands and clean the house.
Super fun stuff, let me tell you!
What are you all up to?

Julie / BoundFebruary 18, 2013 - 5:57 pm

Awesome. I think everyone just assumes today is for Lincoln and Washington…tough luck, Hoover.

Rebecca PrillFebruary 19, 2013 - 5:14 pm

Thank you for this post! I am actually a bit ashamed of myself that I didn’t give it more thought. I majored in history/education in college and I too had the day off.

Recently stumbled upon your blog and have to say that I am loving it so far 🙂

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies!

I’m one of those annoying people that love Valentine’s day.
Even when I was single I loved it.

Granted, I’m apt to love any holiday that centers around sweets and wine,
but Valentines Day was always particularly fun for me.
I guess I just enjoy a day that celebrates love, as cheesy as that may be.

Last Valentine’s Day Kevin was out of town,
so I ended up crashing the plans of two of my best friends.
It was a blast.

Fortunately for me, Kevin is in town this year.
We are not doing anything major,
just going to a tapas restaurant in our neighborhood and snuggling with wine.
A night of good food and good wine.

Otherwise known as how I spend most of my weekends.

No matter what you’re relationship status is,
I hope you have a lovely, and loving, Valentine’s Day!

What about you?
Are you a Valentines lover or hater?
Any big plans?

nancy @ adore to adornFebruary 14, 2013 - 9:33 am

ah…I have to admit, I am not the hugest fan of V-day…but I certainly don’t hate it either. Have a great Valentine’s Day!! xo!

SerenaFebruary 14, 2013 - 9:44 am

@Nancy – Yeah, I’m cheesy like that. My love of it has definitely faded as I’ve gotten older, and I hate the crappy heart shaped chocolate boxes, etc., but I still think it’s a fun excuse to do something nice and have a good date night. And when I’ve been single, it was fun because it was always a crazy girls night.

StephanieFebruary 14, 2013 - 9:48 am

I love Valentine’s Day too! And I blogged about it myself. I’m worried that my Valentine might have to work late – so plans are still up in the air. Enjoy your night!

Julie / BoundFebruary 14, 2013 - 12:03 pm

I love it! My mom used to sneak chocolates underneath my pillow tooth-fairy style when I was little…pretty much sealed the deal.

CourtneyFebruary 15, 2013 - 12:01 pm

Happy day after Valentine’s Day!

Our V-day sounds very similar. My boy and I went out to dinner at a new restaurant in our neighborhood, and then dessert for our favorite banana pudding at a different restaurant that we also love.

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40 day and 40 nights

As I’m sure many of you know, today is the first day of Lent.

I’m not here to write about what I’m giving up, because well, I’m not really giving up anything.
I’m a non-practicing Catholic and when it comes to religion,
my views are all over the place.

However, my Mom is Catholic, and sometimes she can be quite the riot.
She frequently sends me text messages that make no sense, but are hilarious nonetheless.
Kevin said we should start a twitter account called “Texts from Mona.”

(FYI her name is Mona Lisa. I kid you not.)

You might have seen this on my instagram already,
but the texts I received from her yesterday were too funny for me not to share here as well.

So without further, my mother, via text:


Mom Cell:  Morning sweetheart, today is “Fat Tuesday,” ie the day before Lent. 40 days & 40 nights of something you’re addicted to (love, reefer) whatever it is.  🙂 🙂

Me: Hahaha. I’ll give up reefer! It will be easy for me.

Mom Cell: Remember when I gave up sex? Since backridden, I weigh 128 pounds! Oh my, my face is fat!!!  :-)*

Me: You are funny. I’m sure you look great.

Mom Cell: If cellulite is great, then I’m Fabulous!!

*parts of that text were edited to protect to protect the innocent.


So. A few things.

Is she implying that I should give up love? Um… wtf.

I don’t really smoke “reefer,” thus, giving it up would not exactly be a challenge.

No Mom, I don’t remember when you gave up sex.
If you ever told me that, I’m sure I blocked it from my memory.

Backridden, I think, is her new word for hurting her back and being bedridden.
She recently pulled a back muscle and hasn’t been as active as usual, apparently making her “backridden.”

My entire life my Mom has never been bigger than a size 4.
Her idea of “fat” is most people’s idea of skinny.

for context, here’s a picture:


And there you have it! Texts from my mother.

Are you giving up anything for Lent this year?


P.S. In an effort to emulate the cool bloggers, I started a formspring!
You know, because I’m sure you all just have tons of burning questions you are dying to ask me and all.

So far I’ve been asked a total of one question.
From my husband.

Patty McClainFebruary 13, 2013 - 11:03 am

You and Kevin will be happy to know I have given up all worrying for Lent. So if you hear something from me that sounds like worrying, it’s not!

KellyFebruary 13, 2013 - 12:03 pm

Oh my goodness, this was such a great post!

Sparkles and Shoes

MariaFebruary 18, 2013 - 3:25 pm

Truly grateful for that explanation of ” backridden”, as I was totally wondering if your mom was referring to some sexual position that made her skinny, but caused her face to get fat! She was talking about giving up sex, wasn’t she? This made me laugh quite a bit. En espanol, we say, “madre, solo hay una!” You only have one mother, yours is hilarious.

Sugar Baby

As I’ve written about before, I’ve been trying to get back into a healthier lifestyle for 2013 (and ideally forever on), so lately I’ve been reading a lot about health and nutrition and diets and yadda yadda yadda. I’ve been working on eating less carbs and more fruits and vegetables, and I’m proud of myself for that. Everyone has their own views on how you should be eating (paleo! south beach! gluton free! dairy is the devil! etc. etc.), but for me, I believe as long as you eat real food, from real ingredients, combined with a decent amount of veggies, you’re doing okay.

So when I saw the infographic below, I found it incredibly interesting but enormously depressing. It’s all about sugar.

Sugar sugar sugar.

And I’m sorry, but what the eff? One apple and you’ve already exceeded your suggested sugar intake for the day?

Last night I started looking up the sugar counts of some of the foods I eat most often. I usually have a turkey sandwich for lunch, but sometimes, if I want to be healthy, I’ll have a big delicious bowl of fresh fruit or a green smoothie.

But now I’m confused. I did the math, and the sandwich that I eat has barely any sugar in it (8 grams), while my fruit bowl has almost 50! However, my sandwich is swimming in carbs, while my fruit bowl is not. So what’s worse? Carbs or sugar? What is one to do? Ahhhh!

See the depressing facts for yourself:


Based on that diagram, I might as well just be eating oreos!

AshFebruary 12, 2013 - 11:39 am

honestly, the sugar you get from whole foods is COMPLETELY different than the processed shit. i wouldn’t worry about eating those apples (: as long as you are not eating a high fat diet, you can eat all the whole foods you want- sugary or non (:

StephanieFebruary 12, 2013 - 11:58 am

Honestly, I think people tend to make a big deal out of sugar in general without looking at what else goes along with the sugar. I tend to view it the same way I view calories. There are empty calories and nutritious calories (the high calories in an oreo vs. the high calories of an avocado, for example). I think sugar is the same way – empty sugar and nutritious sugar. An apple may exceed the “recommended” sugar for the day but there are so many other great nutrients and vitamins that make it worth it. Whereas a chocolate chip cookie has little to no nutritional value and a lot of empty, useless sugar. I also think there’s a big difference between artificial sugars and sweeteners and the stuff Mother Nature included to make those foods appeal to us so we’ll eat them again and again. I think being healthy ultimately comes down to common sense and moderation. Graphs and charts can be misleading or misinformed. Eliminating entire food groups based on viewing one particular ingredient as “bad” just seems dumb to me.

StephanieFebruary 12, 2013 - 12:02 pm

PS – I remember bringing this up with my doc because diabetes runs in our family and she told me that your brain actually needs the sugar that comes from fruits, veggies, and grains (glucose, I think). Apparently it’s the only type of fuel your brain cells can use so if you eliminate or severely restrict those types of whole, natural sugars from your diet, you’re actually doing harm to your brain and not allowing it to operate at its fullest. Obviously too much of anything is bad, but you still need at least some sugar in your diet!

AllisonFebruary 12, 2013 - 1:00 pm

Just try to stay away from food containing high-fructose corn syrup / sweeteners. Good types of fructose and glucose are naturally found in fruits and vegetables.

I agree – “eat real food, from real ingredients, combined with a decent amount of veggies.” I’d add that if you eat regular portions, you’ll be ok!

JessicaFebruary 12, 2013 - 1:21 pm

I’m screwed then! Is this what you are going to try and give up for Lent? PS Your mom is too funny!

Julie / BoundFebruary 12, 2013 - 2:00 pm

I’m with you on the “real foods” concept. I think the frustrating thing about this is that even carbohydrates like sandwich bread basically are sugar…just more complex. That’s why I dig the paleo concept, because most of your food intake is coming from sources (like meat and vegetables) that have no sugars at all. Aaaaaand then I can save my sugar intake for frozen yogurt. Which is not paleo in the slightest and I do not care at all. haha!

nicole marieFebruary 13, 2013 - 10:13 am

ok there’s no way they can say that eating strawberries is worse than eating a twinkie… get serious. there’s a difference between natural sugars and processed sugars. so unless you have a sugar problem… eat those fruits away! obviously like you said everyone has their own idea of what’s healthy and iagree with you that eating the most natural foods is best

Let’s Get Mortified!

On Friday night Kevin and I went and saw Mortified, a knee-slapping funny comedy show in which adults get on stage and read from their teenage diaries. As the website describes: “Hear grown men and women confront their past with tales of their first kiss, first puff, worst prom, fights with mom, life at bible camp, worst hand job, best mall job, and reasons they deserved to marry Jon Bon Jovi.”

There are chapters of it located throughout the U.S., so if you haven’t seen it, I suggest you go check and see if it comes to your town. If it does, buy tickets immediately.
It’s hilarious. I promise you it’s worth it.

The show started off with the host asking for audience volunteers to participate in a Harry Met Sally orgasm contest.

Oh yes, you read that correctly.

People from the audience volunteered to come onstage and have a fake orgasm.

And the volunteers? They were fantastic!

To get up onstage and give your absolute best all-out-screaming-from-the-top-of-your-lungs fake orgasm, well, it takes courage and confidence that I just don’t have. Major props.

The show just got better from there. I was laughing so hard I was crying.

The venue was packed, and we ended up standing right next to a group of fun looking people,
a few of which we had talked to while waiting in line.
Our “line friends,” if you will.

Normally when Kevin and I do things like this, we go with a group of friends. It’s rare that we go to a concert or show just the two of us. While we love spending time together, we are together so much that sometimes we don’t have a lot to talk about. If you know us, you also know that we love meeting new people and making new friends.
Kevin in particular is quite skilled in the art of meeting strangers.

Without even talking about it, Kevin and I both started to do what we do when we are in crowded places and want to make new friends. Anytime Kevin would say something funny, he would say it VERY LOUDLY, in hopes that someone around us would hear his funny witty remark and decide to join our conversation. While Kevin was doing that, I started to inch closer to our “line friends” so that I could eavesdrop without it looking like I was trying to eavesdrop. That way, whenever someone said something funny, I could laugh with them like I was part of the conversation!

Though this sounds incredibly awkward (and can be if executed incorrectly), this approach usually works for us, and after about a half an hour, the group next to us had welcomed us in!  We were laughing and joking with them as if we were all old pals.

When the show ended, two of our new friends asked if we wanted to get a drink! Success!

Now, Kevin and I knew these people were younger than us, but it wasn’t until we were out of the show, on the street, that our age differences became apparent. The girl was super cute, fresh-faced and hipstery, with a helmet attached to her jeans since she had rode there on her bike. The guy was equally hip looking, wearing some indie band shirt and some hipster hat. I, on the other hand, had come straight from work, and my business casual attire made me feel more uncool than usual. They were both 24.

I had been about to do a yelp search to see if there were any wine bars we could go to, when they started talking about cool warehouse parties, and asked if there were any good clubs nearby. Kevin and I looked at each other anxiously. We were all about grabbing some drinks, but a club was a little too out of our old person comfort zone. I told them that the bar at the restaurant across the street looked fun! They did not look quite so enthused, but went with it.

I am no age snob by any means, but as the night wore on it became more and more clear to me that I am old. As much as I like to think I am still a young early twenty-something, alas, I am not.

I learned about new bars and clubs that I’ve never heard of, music that is apparently all the rage, and the new drugs that the young’ins are doing these days (wtf is DMT?!?!). Our new friends tried to convince us to go to Burning Man with them. Kevin told them that ship had sailed for him, and I said that I was old enough to know that walking around naked in a desert and getting sand in my vagina just wasn’t something that really appealed to me.

As the night wore on I got more comfortable with our new friends, so when I suggested we take a group photo, I kind of sort of grabbed her boob. She looked momentarily alarmed, but Kevin told her to just go with it, it’s what I do, and I believe I said “this means we are real friends now!”

Please excuse the crappy quality. My iPhone camera sucks.

By 1 am I was trying hard to suppress my yawns, lest I show my age, but when they suggested we move on to some cool new place I’d never heard of, Kevin and I decided to end the facade and call it a night. We said goodbye to our new friends, exchanged numbers, and hopped in a taxi.

When I woke up the next morning, feeling less than stellar,
I said to Kevin “last night made me feel old.”

His response?

“You are old.”

Ugh. Say it ain’t so.

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MargaretFebruary 11, 2013 - 6:52 am

Haha! When we were in Vegas on our honeymoon, we started talking to a woman that was older than us (mid-30s; we’re both in our mid-20s). It was only when her husband, who was at least twice her age came over to join the group, that we realized it was super awkward and made our get away!

ritaFebruary 11, 2013 - 7:50 am

ha, this is my life every summer when the interns come. last summer i freaked out when i realized i was now their old married boss vs. someone cool at work. gross. oh well, getting older means way worse hangovers but better clothes, better wine, and more general happiness. i think i can take it!:)

MichelleFebruary 11, 2013 - 9:32 am

hahah…awesome story.

And just so you know, you can grab my boob any day. any time.

AliceFebruary 11, 2013 - 1:35 pm

This made me chuckle- I’m only 23, and at work I keep making my 30-something-year-old colleagues laugh by going “Oh my god I’m so old, I don’t even know who’s number one this week!”. So maybe it goes both ways? I’m definitely old before my time though, haha! x

Rich KrawczykFebruary 11, 2013 - 3:27 pm

DMT is the common name for the hallucinogenic drug N,N-dimethyltryptamine. It’s supposed to be similar to psilocybin, and is found naturally in the brain and is thought to play an important role in dreaming and near-death experiences. It’s usually smoked or ingested and can result in intense hallucinogenic and psychedelic states.

When death is near, the DMT that is naturally stored in the brain is released. It provides pain relief and an out of body experience which is said to help the dying person let go of life.

When smoked, the high lasts only 15 or 20 minutes, but you feel so incredibly good – it’s like being “reborn”.

It’s very hard to find as hardly anyone sells the stuff! So if your new found friends know where to get some – I’m in!

Oh, and by the way, wait till you hit your sixties, I can practically guarantee you’ll have additional perspectives on “being old” then! Ha!

KevinFebruary 12, 2013 - 8:17 am

Nice knowledge Uncle Rich!

SerenaFebruary 12, 2013 - 10:43 am

@Rich – ……. and this is why you are Kevin’s favorite uncle!