Woman. Legend. Blog.

So, last week, MODG wrote about how she got to meet my fave snarky, no-bull TV reality star  Bethenny Frankel while Bethenny was signing bottles in a liquor store while MODG was pregnant AND MODG made her laugh.

at a water stop.

Yesterday, as Mr. B and I are taking a walk:

(Full disclaimer: Thank you to Other Press for sending me a copy of the book.)

Mr. B and I are headed to NYC this weekend, to try to get some biking in, some world-class eating, and to dock at our mother ship.

I hate starting to run.  I hate putting on the running clothes, going out the door, and feeling my heart pound during the warmup. I hate how I don’t run as fast as other people, and how sometimes even music doesn’t motivate me to push myself.  I hate how my legs are short and I’m not aerodynamic.

(Full disclosure: Book  provided for review by Northwestern University Press. Lots of spoilers below, but I think this book is more about the journey than the ending, so read on. Old time-y Pictures of Russia in the 1940s/50s/60s in this post from here__. )

After our 5k last weekend. She will outrun a bear.

Yesterday, Mr.B and I tried Ethiopian food for the first time.  We weren’t huge fans.

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Though Indian women in America are encouraged to enter male-dominated fields like engineering and medicine our path to success is still difficult. We are expected to maintain the household, cook traditional meals, and have a career. Our mothers warn us against fraternizing with boys, especially non-Indian males. Accusing Haley of affairs with other men must her family deeply and is the lowest possible blow to her reputation.

I’ve been a little disheveled since Independence Day weekend so here are some pictures that my genius photographer friend Sabah took until I can get back together enough to write a post about our 5k, a Faustian bargain I made with my mom, Ambien for babies, the gulags, and/or gelato.

Looking forward to eating my way through Fourth of July weekend.