That time I was on the Steve Harvey show..

About this time last year something crazy happened to me. I was living in Chicago and had set up a dating profile, because whatever it was 2015. Let me live. I can’t really remember which one exactly cause TBH I tried them all. This one particular day I was actually on my way to meet someone for the first time when I got a message from a girl. Normally I would laugh at these messages, but this one was different.

She said she worked for the Steve Harvey show and had gone through my profile and thought I’d be a perfect fit for one of their segments. She asked me to call her and the rest is history. I cancelled my date, submitted a video talking about my dating life and why I wanted Steve’s help, filled out an extremely long, slightly embarrassing and detailed questionnaire about myself and what I was looking for. I did two rounds of interviews with producers and then I was finally chosen!

Now before you judge with your judging eyes, I was a big fan of Steve’s dating books. I didn’t know what to expect from being a part of the show, but I honestly had nothing to lose. If a little TV magic could connect me with my very own McDreamy, then why not? I mean, ultimately I wanted this to turn into my own spinoff show on Bravo, but I’ll admit that was a little ambitious.

Nothing ever came out of my 15 minutes of fame, but it’s an experience I’ll never forget. They flew my friends up for the show and put us up in a swanky hotel for two nights. Steve never brought me back on the show or matched me with any guys. I’m still single, happy, and hoping something more thrilling than Netflix and chill dates will soon come my way. Life is good though. I’ve deleted all of my dating app cause I’m sorta hoping for that IRL kinda thing if you know what I mean 😉

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the waves pulled me in.

“Miami sneaks up on you. Or do we change, and find ourselves sneaking up, washing up, ending up in Miami?” – Anthony Bourdain

Moving to Chicago more than two years ago was a choice I wanted to make. Looking back now, it was reckless and impulsive and ultimately stupid, but it was something I knew in my heart I wanted and there was no stopping that. I don’t regret. I actually miss it. Those years helped me evolve and I’m a better person for it. I experienced so much and met so many incredible people and that will always hold a special piece of my heart.

Moving back to Miami was not a choice I wanted to make. In fact, it was the last thing I wanted. I can’t tell you how many times I said, “I don’t ever plan on moving back to Miami.” But here I am, and somehow I’m okay with it.

It took me 20 hours to drive down with a truck full of anything I could fit. I had no job, no plan, and slept on my parent’s couch for a month. But in true Miami magic, I was offered a job doing what I love my first week back in town. One month later I was able to move in to the most perfect apartment on the beach – where PS it takes me less than 10 minutes to walk to work and about the same time to walk to the beach. I KNOW. IT’S LIKE A DREAM!

If ever there was a time I thought I made the wrong decision moving back, and trust me that first month there were lots, the moment I walk into the ocean, take a deep breath, and inhale that salty air, all doubts disappear. 

The waves pulled me in.  

 

 

my obsession with aerial yoga.

I want to start this post by thanking the dozens of girls who’ve asked me about aerial yoga because you’ve inspired me to start blogging again.

While I was living in Chicago I discovered Air and pretty much became obsessed. I’ve never enjoyed working out. I don’t even want to admit that I once signed up for a gym (that was directly next door to my apartment) and I never once stepped foot in it. NOT ONCE. #Shameful. I know. But there’s something about aerial yoga that just works for me. I’m not a yogi. In fact I’ve only done yoga once in my life and that was one week ago. So basically, if I can do it YOU can do it!

Air is AMAZING and I highly recommend trying it out if you live in Chicago, Charlotte, Denver, LA or even Anchorage, Alaska. Seriously though, how does ANCHORAGE have a studio and Miami doesn’t?! Anyway, their classes are incredible, the teachers are the absolute best & the entire brand is just amazing. I’m obsessed with everything Shama Patel has created (she’s the founder of Mud too – my favorite facial spa).

Since I moved back, I’ve been missing the adrenaline rush & the after effects I would feel from taking an Air class, but I was determined to find something to fill the void. Luckily, my #silksister Sandy also just relocated to Miami from Chicago and found The Zen Spot. Here is my honest review:

Maybe it’s the overall genuine “niceness” that I got used to in the Midwest, but my initial first impression of my teacher was well, #RUDE and I left there with the same thought.

However, being the zen master that I am, I got over it and enjoyed the class. It was a lot more relaxing than I was expecting, but it was a nice way to transition back into it. I haven’t done aerial since April! Overall, the class was much different from Air in the sense that the music was not upbeat and there wasn’t a cardio component. I didn’t break a sweat and didn’t need a sip of water and somehow this disappointed me. Who am I?! The class consisted of mostly yoga positions and a few inversions which I was happy about cause tbh I didn’t think the silks in that room were sturdy enough for tricks, but they were! I felt super loose and relaxed afterwards and can’t wait for my next class!

TIPS:

  •  Your first class is FREE. Just create an account and sign up!
  • There’s currently a Groupon with a pretty sweet deal on multiple classes. You’re welcome!
  • If you want to sign up with friends, keep in mind that there are only 8 spots so sign up early.
  • Bring your own yoga mat. No one tells you, but they charge you $2 to borrow a mat. #wack

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DIY bar cart transformation

I’ve never had much luck finding treasures in the trash, but the other night as I was getting home I found what looked to be a bar cart in perfect condition! I couldn’t believe it so I immediately hauled it upstairs and got to cleaning. I did some major disinfecting with some Clorox -because people are gross. Now, this baby looks brand spankin new!

After a little research, I found out the cart is actually a “utility cart” from Ikea that retails for $30 which is a great deal, but I got it FO FREE!

I wanted to spruce up the cart and what better way than a little gold spray paint?!  After protecting the white areas with newspaper (the most tedious part of the project), I got to spraying. This was actually my first time ever using a spray can. My only advice other than make sure you do it outside (obvi.), is to make sure you do it in the daylight (not so obvious.) so that you don’t miss any spots. Since the sun sets so early these days and I’m majorly impatient, I sprayed in the dark like a freak. This was followed by several touch ups, but the end result looks great!

I had been wanting a bar cart for months, but couldn’t justify spending more than $100 on just the cart itself without even adding on the dollars to stock it – cause I mean, that’s they whole point right?

Check out the final product below! I’m still working on adding a few more bottles, but this should hold me over for these frigid nights ahead! 😉

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xo

birthday thangs.

Although the weather during Memorial Weekend was amazing, last weekend (actually two weekends ago now #latepost) took a turn for the worse when temps literally dropped like 30 degrees over night and giant rain clouds decided to hover over Chicago for pretty much 24 hours. This though, was NOT going to bring me down.

On Saturday night, I took an awesome pottery class at Penguin Foot Pottery with my friend Sandy (who got me this as a birthday present). Why was it so awesome you ask? Because anything that is BYOB is awesome in my book. The class was small so it was perfect if you wanted a little one on one attention from the teacher, but that didn’t really happen cause our teacher…let’s call him Dream Crusher, was pretty much no help. When I asked if I could make a jewelry dish he responded with, “You don’t want to make that shit.”

OH, okay.

He was very talented, don’t get me wrong, but he wasn’t the best “teacher” per-say. That’s okay though, cause I was going to make a jewelry dish with our without him and I did! Two in fact. Two abstract jewelry dishes. Suck it, Dream Crusher.

Check out highlights from my pottery adventure below:

The Dream Crusher
The Dream Crusher

Before throwing the clay onto the wheel

Doin' my clay thang
Doin’ my clay thang
My masterpieces!
My masterpieces!
Pottery Masters!
Pottery Masters!

It was the perfect birthday gift & i can’t wait to go back to paint my dishes!

& since we’re on the subject of my birthday (even though it was a month ago), I might as well include some photos from those festivities -which consisted mostly of beer!

mah friends
mah friends

I also received some AWESOME care packages from my family for my birthday.

The best kind of mail!
The best kind of mail!

that’s all for now folks! xo

summer is coming.

summer

I know, I know. I haven’t written a blog post in FOR-EH-VERRRR, but I have valid reasons for this. Up until about two weeks ago all I could think about was when pesky winter would go away forever so that I could finally do hoodrat stuff with mah frandz (jk). I had minimal motivation & although weird & crazy shiet happens to me daily, I haven’t shared it because I’m selfish. But you guys! This weekend WAS IT. It’s gone. Like, for good. WINTER IS GONE! I’ve always heard that Memorial Weekend is the “unofficial start of summer”, but these things could never be applied in MI-YAMI, because whatever, it’s always sunny and it’s on a completely different wavelength than the rest of America.

But the point is, SUMMER IS COMING! I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my heart. I feel it in my soul. I SAW IT ON A SIGN! Words cannot describe the happiness I feel. #TeamNoPants has been in full effect & I find myself walking downtown, avoiding shady patches of gloom and instead standing longer than necessary in sunny spots and just smiling while looking up at the sky, like the freak that I am. It’s just..SO.MAGICAL. Sunshine is EVERYTHING!

So this is why I’ve decided to get back on the blog train. I feel alive and I need to express it. Winter had me feeling blue, and a part of me was frozen & dead, but I’M BACK! For the next 100 days of summer I am taking FULL advantage. I will do ALL THE THINGS. ALL.OF.THE.THINGS! No one will stop me!

This long weekend was outstanding. I seriously felt like it was a 7 day weekend because that is how many things I did. Here’s a recap of some of it..

Bowie, the #partyanimal at Sandy's Dinosaur Birthday Party.
Bowie, the #partyanimal at Sandy’s Dinosaur Birthday Party
Lights I put up for the patio partayyy.
Lights I put up for the patio partayyy
Unexpected brunch at Janik's was the shiettt.
Unexpected brunch at Janik’s was the shiettt.
I'm obsessed with this honeycomb wonder in Lincoln Park.
I’m obsessed with this honeycomb wonder in Lincoln Park

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Yogis make me wanna be a yogi.
Yogis make me wanna be a yogi
Lincoln Park Zoo is probably the prettiest zoo I've ever been to.
Lincoln Park Zoo is probably the prettiest zoo I’ve ever been to
My spirit animal!
My spirit animal!
Sandy, the Egyptian.
Sandy, the Egyptian
I swear I just wanted to swim in this tank with the seals.
I swear I just wanted to swim in this tank with the seals.
Parson's is the SHIT. Patio drinking will happen this summer.
Parson’s is the SHIT. Patio drinking will happen this summer.

Summer is my favorite. Stay tuned more adventures of Suz. xo

go home winter, you’re drunk.

As mentioned in my previous post, I have a deep disgust for snow. Sunday night however, the universe decided it would only be appropriate if on the anniversary of my first year in Chicago, I would slip on a big pile of ice and fall down the stairs.

Let me break this down for you, black ice is a sneaky mother f-er. It’s as if Satan just Alex Mack’d himself and turned into an invisible pile of hardened water so that he could have a front-row seat at your painful and humiliating death. It’s THE WORST.

Since moving here, I’ve witnessed a number of people slip and fall on ice and I’ve always dreaded being one of them. I may have laughed uncontrollably at them when it happened, but that was only a natural instinct, I truly felt bad for them. For this reason, I always take tiny steps when near snow or ice or puddles or whatever. I may look like a total freak, but it beats falling on your ass. This, I now know first hand.

The other night, as I was getting home from my weekend job (a topic for another day), I saw my life flash before my eyes as I slipped and fell down these demon stairs:

I slipped on ice at the top right after I pushed open the gate & fell all the way down onto that even bigger pile of ice at the bottom 😦

I’m now literally afraid to go in or out through the back of my apartment until winter is over and done with. I’m completely traumatized. The back of my apartment is a freaking ice rink & I am NOT a fan of skating. Check it out for yourself:

For an entire week it hurt to walk, sit, get up, you name it. If it wasn’t for all the down feathers in my puffer coat, the pain would be much worse, but it was scary nonetheless. There was no one around that late at night and I just pictured my frozen, lifeless body being found the next morning. Super tragic.

What I really need is for that stupid groundhog to get out of his cave & make this winter disappear. The sun needs to shine the shit out over Chicago and melt all this dumb snow so that we can all get on with our lives and frolic the streets sans coats and have endless drinks on sidewalk patios and wear skirts and shorts and tank tops and sandals like normal human beings! Enough with this winter nonsense already! It’s freaking March people! I can’t take it anymore!

Rant over. Thank you for letting me vent.

xo