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Wanna Be A Bad Ass? Date Yourself!

Wanna be a Bad Ass? Date yourself for a week. I did. And it was epic awesomeness. Three weeks ago, I had the best week ever (still getting this consistency thing down folks so please bare with me!),

On a whim, I decided to do something different everyday after work, just to keep the momentum of the Summer of Bee going. And boy has it sky rocketed. Beyoncé should make an album about my week. It would be called Kool-Aid. As in I have drank the Kool Aid of the single fabulous life and I am addicted. The rules were simple: $20 or less and within walking distance from work. That’s it.

I Found Dory

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Just Keep Swimming, Swimming, Swimming

From previous posts, you know that I am huge Disney fan, so I had to see Finding Dory. And as luck or fate would have it, it was playing at the Prince Theatre, which I didn’t know played movies. $13 bucks for the ticket and $7 for popcorn and water, I settled in my seat for epic Disney Magic. I am not Siskel nor Ebert, so I will not review the movie, but go and see it!! I laughed, almost cried, gasped and was stunned numerous times in a 2 hour period. Dear Disney, I was not ready for the emotional roller coaster that you put me through, but I was glad for the ride. Along with my ticket, I got a coupon for the Franklin Institute’s Science of Pixar Exhibt. You can never have to much Disney in your life.

Asananas and Acrylic Paint

Tuesday was what can only be described as a kismet. I planned to attend a yoga class after work. I even made sure my outfit matched. When you work out at home, this is the least of your worries. Around 2pm, I got a Facebook message from a friend saying that she had seen my Facebook post about doing stuff around the City, and was wondering if I would be able to sit in for friend who could not attend Paint Nite.  The yoga class I planned to attend ended at 7, the same time Paint Nite began.  After a moment of slight panic, I noticed another class that was shorter and less expensive that would allow me to get both my Namaste and Picasso on.

I had the most amazing yoga experience ever. Even though I didn’t know some of the poses, it was totally cool. I got lost in the movement and crossed one thing off of my summer bucket list. A quick change later, it was off to Paint Nite. If you have not been to a Paint Nite, please go. It’s like Bob Ross meets Happy Hour. The teacher gives step by step instructions of what to paint and how. I’ll admit it. Several times I got lost in the brush strokes and let myself go. There are parts of the painting that I like and don’t like, but I am still searching for the perfect wall to hang it on. So share your story, you know never know what may be offered and don’t get stuck in a set plan. Zig and zag to make the best of a situation.

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My Masterpiece

 

Yoga and a Cheese Steak Wit Onions

Wednesday I was still basking in Downward Dog glory. I loved my yoga class on Tuesday and was searching for something a little closer to home.Enter Magu Yoga. This had me way out of my element. Yoga while squeezing a yoga block between your legs? Poses and vinyasas that I have never heard of before? Mind blown. Alex was amazing and helped with my alignment and posture. I didn’t know how fucked up my Chatagrangas were until Alex showed me. An hour later, I was in ecstasy. It was a yoga high that I cannot explain.  Between shavasana and mediation, I was the calmest I had been in forever. So calm that I patiently waited for the woman in front of me to get all of her belongings just to get my flip flops. So calm that I didn’t break a sweat as I circled the block three times for a parking space by Dalessandro’s and it was so worth it.

There is nothing that makes this Philly girl’s heart sing more than a no-frills cheesesteak place. But how about one that sells beer as well? SOLD! Along with my scrumptious cheese steak, I had potato chips and a Grapefruit Shandy. If you have not tried the Grapefruit Shandy, please do. Was Dalessandro’s as much as it’s cracked up to be? Yes, that and then some. I have never had a cheese steak that was like eating butter. The bread was so soft and the meat cooked to perfection and the Shandy was the best way to was it down. It was worth the trip for one of the best cheesesteaks I’ve had in a while.

A Beer with A View

Thursday was a dreary day weather wise but not for my week o’ dates. Summers are for happy hours so I stopped by one hosted by some close friends at TGI Friday’s. I always like to support those around me and who doesn’t love good conversation and drinks. After a beverage and a hot dog (it was free), I decided to venture next door to Assembly, the new roof top bar at the Logan Hotel.  As I walked towards the elevator, I was met by a lovely attendant who told me that due to the rain the rooftop was closed and that they would text me when it was open.  I just grabbed a beer ($6.00 – this will be important later),trolled social media, and planned some blog posts while I waited out Mother Nature.

Soon my phone notified me that the rooftop open. I was escorted (yes escorted) to the bar. I felt somewhat important for a second, until a server asked me if there was someone on the elevator with me. No bitch, I just came up by myself like I owned the place. I should have known then that my relationship with Assembly would be a short lived one. I quickly glanced over the bar menu and saw they had Corona for $6 (again, this will make sense soon). I ordered one, which according to the menu should be $6. When my man said $9, I thought I misheard him. My suspicions were confirmed when he took my $9. It’s not his fault for the upcharge. He just works there. Like Elsa, I let that shit go.

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Yes, this is the most expensive Corona Ever!

I am A Bad Ass

I honestly tried to enjoy the view. I tried to enjoy my absurdly overpriced  Corona, I tried to enjoy the atmosphere, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t get into. I realized then and there over my ridiculously expensive imported beer that I am not about this life. I am not one to see and be seen. I don’t need to be in the hot spot to feel like I made it. And that is fucking liberating. To finally realize who you are and NOT be ashamed of it is pretty bad ass, Wonder Woman here I come. I did something that I never do. From my early drinking days at University of Delaware. I was taught not to waste a drink. You get a drink, you finish it. End of story. With my new found badassness  and big girl pants. I put my Corona (I had like a 1/4 of the bottle left) and walked out. BAM! And another first, I actually left when I felt uncomfortable. I would usually stay hoping that unicorns and rainbows would magically appear and make everything right. But not today. I wasn’t feeling the room, so I left the room. Damn that felt good.

Foods, Brews, and A Kick Ass Time

As my week of awesomeness came to an end on Friday, I had my sights and taste buds ready for Buck-A-Shuck at the Oyster House. I hade been dreaming of my dozen oysters and beer for what seemed like forever.To my shock, horror, and dismay, The Oyster House was packed. Not a seat to be had.  I went to another bar that was having Buck-A-Shuck happy hour, Pennsylvania 6, only to find that there were no seats at the bar either. Again, I could tuck tail and run or make the most out of this situation. I used the Spotluck app to see what else was around. Fergie’s Pub it was. I was a little skeptical. No one was at the bar, It was practically empty. “Just go in and sit down,” my gut said. So I did. What followed was the most amazing four hours. From beer tasting (thanks to an awesome bartender) to conversations about steam trains, camping, and talking with a guy who is Anderson Cooper’s second cousin. I mean I couldn’t make this up if I tried. And I wouldn’t want to. Before I knew it, its was 10:30 and Cinderella had to get home.

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One of the Delicious Beers at Fergie’s Pub

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And one of it’s friends…

Final Thoughts… Like I haven’t Had Enough Things to Say

For those five days, I was a totally different person. I guess, I was finally me. I usually go with the flow, but this was different, I got out of my rut and lived. There was no more going home and Netflix and Chill (that is reserved for Sundays). I got out and experienced life. For those 5 days, I was living and it felt damn good! So. ladies. If you want to be a bad ass, go date yourself for a week, It doesn’t have to be extravagant. Go to the movies or happy hour. Take a class or go out to dinner BY YOURSELF! If you don’t know what you want in life, who else will?

Later Days,

B

 

What I know For Sure…..

 

In my Oprah voice… What I know for sure, having a sarcastic sense of humor
is definitely helping my come to grips with the fact that in a few hours, I
will be splayed out on the operating table.

What I also know for sure, don’t eat a lot of salt and not drink water
before going in for pre-admission testing, but more on that later.

Last Monday was pre-opp day, or “sign your life away day”. I
spent the better part of my afternoon signing consent forms, vitals and blood
taken, and playing an awesome game of hurry up and wait.

First stop, my GYN. We went over the surgery, how Frankie and his lovely
companions will be removed. Blah, blah, blah, and finally then questions came.
How long will it take? Will I need stitches removed? How long will I be out of
work for? For the first time ever, I didn’t have to get dressed after we were
done. A quick elevator ride and it was off to Pre-Admission testing, the last
stopper before my surgery next week. After waiting for what seemed like
forever, I was finally called back to the desk. I was asked to verify
information, give names of people who will be able to call the Nurse’s station
and sign more forms. Then off to the exam room. My blood pressure was taken yet
again and it was still high. The nurse asked me if I was anxious. And with a
smile and twinkle in my eyes I said, ” Why yes, I am in a hospital talking
about surgery.” Her reply, ” You are going home today. There is
nothing to worry about”. Can someone please tell me if anyone has normal
blood pressure when they go to the doctor? Mine is always high and the doctors
and nurses look at me like I am about to explode. I do not have high blood
pressure, just serious aversion to doctor’s offices and hospitals.
Anyway, it was only after my appointment that I realized that I had grits,
with a lot of salt, coffee, and orange juice or breakfast, which along with my
anxiety, could have caused my pressure to go through the roof. Note to self…
don’t ever do that again.

Anyway, while going over reservation form (yes, they call surgery a
reservation. Who knew), Nola, the wonderful Nurse Practitioner noticed a
discrepancy in my form. Here is a piece of the conversation:

Nola: What procedure are you having done?

Me: Exploratory, open myomectomy

Nola: You are not having an ovary removed?

Me: Excuse me? No I am not.

Nola: It says right here but not which one

Me: I am not having an ovary removed

Nola: Let me call your doctor’s office to confirm….

Let’s just say that didn’t help my blood pressure go down. After an EKG,
another blood pressure check, and “day of” instructions, it was time
to have my blood taken. Zakia was amazing and we laughed about the number of
vials that she was going to take. She said that she was not going to drain me
and she would leave me enough to drive home. After a pleasant, as much as a
blood draw can be pleasant, she wrapped my arm in a stylish ace bandage instead
of that God-awful white tape. I felt pretty fancy.

Then
there was the conversation that I was waiting for. My chit chat with the
anesthesiologist. He is not going to be my doctor on game day, just the one
that was on call during my appointment. He explained to me the entire “general
anesthesia” process, which is pretty intriguing:

 

Doc:
When you come in, we will put monitors on you to check your heart, a clip on
you to measure the oxygen in the blood. Then we will put an IV in your hand,
and give you Propofol

Me:
Wait… isn’t that what they gave Michael Jackson?

Doc: Yes,
but luckily for you, Dr. Murray won’t be in the room. Propofol has been used in
general anesthesia for years and you must be monitored and watched. I don’t
have a clue what he was thinking.

Me:
Great

Doc:
Because you will be asleep, we will put a breathing tube in your throat.

Me: I’ll
be asleep when they put the tube in?

Doc:
Yes. You will be asleep when we put the tube in and take it out. You breathe in
a mixture of oxygen and anesthesia which will keep you asleep during the
procedure. Once the doctor says that she’s finished, we remove the tube, and
your body naturally starts to wake up. This usually takes about 10-15 minutes.

Me: I
didn’t realize that you wake up so quickly.

Doc:
Yes. Some people wake up in the operating room. Some wake up in the hallway.
Some people wake up in the recovery room. That about covers everything so if
that sounds like a plan, please sign here.

Me: I
guess I better sign since I don’t want you cutting me while I’m awake.

After
one more signature, Frankie’s fate was sealed.

In a few hours, Frankie will be served with his papers…. And I will be on the
road to recovery.

 

#singlegirlproblems

I attend a bi-weekly happy hour of politically minded people in Philadelphia during the summer. It’s a chance to catch up with friends, meet new people, and unwind after a crazy day of work, and raise money for a charitable organization. It is also the perfect place, if you’re me, to watch the social interactions to figure out why you’re still single.

This happy hour is a melting pot of young, old, professional, and not really professional people coming out for a common cause. You have your core group (me included) that come out to each event and others who come and go. There is no guessing what the room will look like.You would think that I would be able to talk to someone right? I did last week, but not before this lovely interaction that I have titled…The Old Men and The Preschoolers. Please enjoy…

I arrived the happy hour early, but I do so for logistical purposes. I get one drink and an appetizer in before the crowd attacks the bar and it takes forever to get served. This also gives my time to secure a prime observation point (table) for my group to survey the area. I noticed 3 attractive men had sat down at the table right next to me. “Jackpot!!” I think to myself. “Today is the day that my faith in  Cupid’s golden arrow is restored.” Let’s just say that chubby cherub has not made his way back on my Christmas card list.

These three men chatted among themselves, not even giving me a second look. I was about to be bold and strike up a conversation when three “women”(they were ridiculously young) approached their table and were immediately invited to join the conversation. WTF times infinity?!? Was I that horrid looking or was I just above their age range. Now I am all Jane Goodall Gorillas in the Mist intrigued about the sight beside me. I was slightly hurt by their objection until one of the gentleman came back with a blue drink. Yes, it was blue. Like bright ass blue. I have not had anything blue to drink since I shared a fish bowl with someone at Ice Night Club. I silently thanked them for not paying attention to me and continued my scientific observation. Yet, I was jealous when the same mane brought a round of drinks for the wee lasses. Call it instinct.

The older man was trying to have a collegiate conversation with a toddler while sipping a spiked juice box. Is this what I have to compete with? My ovaries just shriveled up. Maybe it’s time to start thinking about freezing my eggs. I know how what bra to wear with a strapless dress! Yes ladies, hold up the girls! But I digress. Seriously do have to start dating older because men my age are scoping potential life partners at the playground?

Does my resting bitch face serve as a fortress for any potential suitors? I know, everything is written on my face. Trust me. If you think someone said something funky, just look at my face. You’ll know right away. If anyone knows a cure for RBF, please let me know! Thanks in advance.

As soon as ALL of my faith in humanity was almost flushed down the toilet of life, an acquaintance and I started chatting, and full disclosure, the talking turned into flirting. And it was fun!!! And here’s the kicker…. he’s younger than me!

Hey, if those three guys can talk to younger women, hell, I’m going to talk to a younger man.

BOOM!

Later Days
B

#singlegirlproblems

You know you are of a certain age when you have at least one summer/fall wedding to attend each year. This year is no different. I was so excited to get my invitation. I seriously I ran up to my apartment and carefully opened the invitation, with scissors so that I wouldn’t rip the envelope. I guess this attention to detail shows how much I don’t go out.

I made sure that I remembered to take the RSVP card with me so I could drop it off at the post office before work. I marked X by vegetarian before reading, “indicate the number of entrees.” My heart sank. I had just muffed up this pristine card with my black X. But wait, no I didn’t! I am the only one going. Crisis averted. Strike that…. yet another wedding that I will be attending solo. Bring out the booze.
All it takes is one little piece of paper to make you realize exactly how single you are. Like solo, single. Probably will be at the singles table single. Nope, you will be at a table full of couples and two  other single people single. Let’s find a beach house that has enough rooms that the two single people don’t have to share a room single. Single. Single. Single.

While I could right the next great American novel about the trials and tribulations of being single at a wedding, that would get me kicked off the happiness bandwagon. No good things comes to those who dwell in the negative. Well, maybe this kick ass blog, but that is besides the point.So here’s to another #singlegirladventure where there will be an open bar, and none of the single men in attendance will be interested in me.

Cheers!

Later Days,
B

#singlegirlproblems

Can any of my single ladies relate to this:

You are SUPER excited for a party or night out on the town. Like Christmas morning excited. You mark it on your calendar. You pick out the perfect outfit right down to the accessories, . You wait until the last possible moment to wash your hair so it’s nice, bouncy and clean. You SHAVE your legs and then what… DISASTER! The event is a utter and total flop. No one is giving you a second glance and the THOTs are ruling the room. Oh you haven’t of THOTs? That stands for “That Hoe over there.” No further explanation needed.

You walk out, not even buzzed and think to yourself. “I got dressed and shaved my legs for this? I just wasted a totally good outfit as you drive to the McDonald’s drive-thru to drown your sorrows in a milkshake and fries.

I can’t be the only one that this has happened to right?

But here’s the kicker. I do this ALL of the time. Well not every day, but enough to know that I should stay in my house with some wine and a good Netflix marathon instead of suffering from the inevitable disapointment. Am I just the eternal optimist who thinks, “maybe THIS will be the time the stars align. THIS time the man of my dreams will bump into my and whisk me away to his Tuscan villa.” Maybe I should stop watching Lifetime movies.

Is my overwhelming optimism setting me up for complete and total disappointment? A girl can dream for her Prince Charming with the Tuscan Villa right!! Or in all actuality, I am just going to the wrong events. The down side of being one of the “senior” members of my squad. Does that mean I have to start hanging out with older people??? Will I have to fight off men who are my dad’s age looking for a young honey?” Oh the heart palpitations have started. Relax, related, release…

I guess I am back as square one again. Finding a good hang out spot that is not overflowing with young boys who think they know everything and older men who are looking for a young second, third, or fourth wife.

I may or may not have just described my apartment.

The #singlegirlstruggle is real.

Later Days!

B

#singlegirlproblems

How did my little social experiment far this weekend? Fair to partly cloudy. The entire weekend wasn’t a bust, but Friday did not go well. I was excited to go out. Like really excited. It has been a while since I got all dressed up and went out for a night out on the town. I made sure all my chores were done, picked out an outfit that was comfortable, yet classy and headed out to North Shore Beach Club, a private pool and bar in Philly. Took me a little bit to make it to the spot due to some
road construction, but I did beat cover.Success. That was probably the highlight of the night. What met me beyond the doors was a total cluster fuck. I had to be one of the oldest people in the entire building. People were lounging on beach chairs scrolling through Facebook not paying attention to anyone, someone was thrown into the pool, and there were many people holding court at the bar. We will not even begin to describe the many questionable fashion choices.

After 3 drinks, I left. Yup, I hauled ass out of there. I couldn’t take it anymore. Luckily, I passed a McDonald’s on the way home. That was the second highlight of the night. I left at 9:45. I was home by 12:40 and that included my McD’s detour. There would have been a time that I would have stuck it out, hoping that the mood and vibe of the room changed. Not so much anymore. I had had enough of the selfies in the dark and high cut bathing suits and I was gone. Wisdom does come with age.

Saturday was a different story. I was invited to a house party for a friend’s birthday party. There was food, drink, music, laughs and good conversation. Sweet bliss. This was more my speed. A good time was had by all. I had such a wonderful time, which I paid for this morning (hey wine!)

So what was the verdict? Both of these events taught me one valuable lesson. I need to figure out where my tribe hangs out an frequent those places.I need to find my peeps!! And I can tell you that they are not at North Shore on a Friday night. Now that I know where they aren’t, I need to find out where they are…..

Sounds like this experiment is just getting started.

Later Days!
B

#singlegirlproblems

Thanks to C. Bug for commenting on my last #SGP post!  I know it was a while ago. Sorry about that 🙁 But thanks to her comment, I have decided to be bold and take action to solve my #singlegirlproblems. That’s right folks, Bianca is officially on the prowl. This tigress is ready to roar!

Should be Nala, but you get the idea

Time to buck and hit the social scene! And why not start out with a bang. Two events this weekend… Three if you count my normally scheduled bi-weekly happy hour. Yes, this girl is in it to win it, and by it, I mean a man. Just like C. Bug said, I need to be bold and just do it! So that is what I am going to do! And it scares the crap out of me. Feel the fear and do it anyway!

We all know about my lack of small talk skills and how I am “great” I am at meeting new people, so this will be a giant leap out of my solo comfort zone a snuggly goodness. But it is a leap that have to make if I ever want to be in a relationship, let alone get married and have kids. I guess they are right when they say the thing that scares you the most will bring you the greatest joy.

I hope they are right about that…

I guess I need to set some realistic expectations for myself. Like “Bianca, there is a 99.99% chance that your Prince Charming may be at this party on Sunday, but do not look for him in that has his pants below his ass. You have standards sweetheart.” But how do you let your guard down without seeming totally desperate? And is there a way to correct resting bitch face? If anyone knows, please pass your secret on to m

I could make a list of a thousand reasons why I should stay home and watch the Golden Girls while eating a pint of coconut milk ice cream, but where would that get me? Right where I am. A Single gilr with a lot of problems.

But something to so this week is not one of them!

Later Days
B

Thalassemia – The Verdict

What up Peeps! When we last left our heroine, she was in search  of, or confirmation of the cause of her ridiculously low iron levels. Sorry, I had to got there. At times during the past few months, this journey has felt like a soap opera. I haven’t been to the doctors this much in my entire life. Well after months of taking iron pills, revamping my diet, and adding more vitamin supplements than are humanly possibly thanks to Frankie (7 pills), my iron levels are amazing! And my addiction to ice is gone! Like completely non-existent. Talk about a complete 180.

By now, I am a professional at getting blood taken

I went from 6.2 (should not have been unconscious) in January, to 9 in April, to a whopping 13 yesterday. My doctor was shocked at how much my levels increased. She even said my numbers were “beautiful”. Say what?!? I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I am only taking one iron pill a day instead of two. Whoops! Let’s keep that between us shall we? I’m still on iron pills for another 4 months, but after that , long medium size red pills that are not covered by insurance!

She was so impressed with my numbers that I had to remind her about the whole Thalassemia thing. And guess what??? I have the trait!!! Why am I so hype? Because I finally have confirmation that there is something funky going on with my blood! It’s one thing to assume that there is something going on, but it’s totally different and liberating to have confirmation. Now if I go get some blood work done and my iron count is low, they won’t call me frantically at work telling me to
go to the ER and then be told that I need a blood transfusion. Hooray.

There is one caveat. Of course there is always something right? If I so happen to meet someone who also carries the trait, our potential children could have Beta Thalassemia, the actual disease. I won’t go into specifics but it’s not good…

So there you have it. I’m just a girl with the Thalassemia trait living in the real world. It’s just another thing that make me, me!

Later Days
B

Live in the 8 Count

It’s finally here! Words cannot contain my excitement. CIZE is now available! I was refreshing my browser like I was waiting for illy Joel tickets to go on sale to get my hands on this
bad boy. SQUEAL!
Why am I so HYPE?!?!? Ok. It may have a little to do with my love/hate (see previous post) with Shaun T. I seriously love and hate him, sometimes in the same moment. He taught me to dig deeper and to push myself farther than I thought possible during my workouts. He also had me questioning my sanity on several occasions. Now, he is redefining exercise. Exhibit A:
See what I mean! I’m sweating my butt off and having the time of my life dancing in my apartment while my dog looks at me crazy. Getting a good workout in doesn’t have to mean pushing yourself to the brink of near exhaustion. Now you can get you groove on and burn mad calories and not even realize what you are doing!!! It’s literally your own personal dance class with Shaun T. Wanna take a class with me?
Yup, you know I had to do it!!! I loved “You Got This” as soon as I tried in on eachbody on Demand, so I’m totes excited for the entire program. We’ll dance together for 30 days, supporting each other through the entire program, drinking healthy shakes, eating clean, and getting in ridic shape all while having fun! Lets………
That’s right folks! Class starts August 10th!!! With a preview week August 3rd. For more information or to sign up, please send me an email at bshart@gmail.com or follow me on Instagram @beebeehart.
I’m so ready to CIZE it up with you!
Later Days!
B

MIssion Accomplished!!

This will be short and sweet peeps! Guess who filmed and posted her CIZE video just now?? This girl

Yup, my video has been posted for the Facebook masses to see!!! What did I just do???

I totally jumped off the cliff, and looking back at it… It wasn’t that scary. When you punch fear in the face and do it anyway, you will be amazed at what you can accomplish.

So, here’s my video (all 56 seconds of it) And if you have any questions about CIZE or how you can get your copy. email me at bshart@gmail.com or friend me on Facebook!

Later Days!
B