Saturday, March 30, 2019

New Thing #98 - Cryotherapy

March - Rejuvenation

March 30, 2019 - Cryotherapy

So, I spent this morning standing nekkid in a giant metal tube getting blasted with -250 degree nitrogen air.

So, yeah, that was neat.

Once again, Groupon was my saviour this month. Thanks to them, I found a deal on cryotherapy sessions at a place near my house. My friend Jen, from the axe throwing blog, joined me.

What is cryotherapy, you ask? According to their website, "Cryotherapy is the use of a brief and intense exposure to cold that triggers the body’s natural healing process. Originally developed for the treatment of inflammation caused by rheumatoid arthritis, we have now found cryotherapy provides a wide range of benefits from sports recovery to weight loss, improved skin, better sleep and many more. The results are dramatically quick and surprisingly long lasting. With regular use, many have experienced chronic issues to be permanently resolved."

And here's how it works: "The cryosauna uses nitrogen gas to lower the client’s skin surface temperature from normal body temperature to 30 degrees Fahrenheit in 30 to 45 seconds and keeps it that way for 2-3 minutes. The skin reacts to the cold and sends messages to the brain that stimulates the body to go into survival mode by shunting blood from the extremities to the core where the blood is enriched with oxygen, enzymes and nutrients. As the body re-warms, this nutrient rich blood is pushed back to the extremities. Enriched blood promotes internal organ regeneration, expels toxins from subcutaneous layers, initiates cell renewal process, triggers replacement of damaged cells and eliminates dead cells from peripheral tissues. Or simply put, it is rejuvenation of the body at the cellular level. The air is very dry, some people don’t even shiver. The cooled air flows over the skin, which in turn, creates the beneficial results. This process never freezes the skin tissues or organs. Only the sensation of being cold is perceived."

Some of the benefits they list are: Decreased muscle soreness, increased energy, improved performance, allows for more intense training, faster recovery, increased circulation, increased oxygenation and nutrients, decreased pain, better sleep, decreased anxiety, increased collagen production, reduction of cellulite, full body detox, increased metabolism and healthier skin.

So, basically, I'm going to get blasted with cold air and it'll fix all my ailments, right? What's the worst that could happen?

Jen and I arrived for our session (walk-ins only), and after signing away yet another form preparing us for any potential issues (mostly heart-related), the receptionist showed us to the cryo room. Inside was the big cylindrical tube, a table/chair and a basket of socks, gloves, and some slippers. She informed us that women can opt for whatever comfort level they'd like as far as clothes go. We could go fully nude or wear just underwear or both bra and underwear. (I opted to keep my undies on. It felt a bit weird to go full birthday suit and get blasted with cold air on my lady parts. But, to be honest, they didn't really help anyways.) We would each need to put on gloves, socks and slippers before opening the door and stepping into the chamber. Because heat leaves your body through your hands/feet first, it's important to keep them covered.

Very futuristic!

I assure you, I am not a 75 year old man, though this picture would say otherwise.

Once I was undressed, I stepped into the chamber and shut the door. The receptionist came in and raised the platform slightly so my whole head would be above the nitrogen gas. While it's not toxic to breathe in, it's also devoid of any oxygen, so you could faint if you breathe too much of it in. I'd prefer not to take a mostly nekkid tumble out of a freezing cold space tube.

Once it was ready, she turned on the nitrogen air for a total of 2.5 minutes. 2.5 VERY LONG MINUTES. I'm not entirely sure just how cold it actually got. The readout said -250 or so, but I wasn't truly paying attention. Obviously, that's just the temperature of the air coming into the tube, not my body temperature. But needless to say, it was hella cold.

The receptionist stayed in the room (along with Jen) to make sure I didn't pass out or have any issues while in there. She said that if I was uncomfortable or in too much pain at any time, she could shut it off. To be honest, the first minute or so went by fairly quickly and wasn't terrible. Chilly AF, yes, but not unbearable. She kept me talking to take my mind off of it, and I did a little shimmy/spin inside to try to stay warm. However, the last minute was pretty brutal. All coherent thought and logic left my mind for a bit. My legs felt like someone was jabbing a billion needles into my skin. Why the hell did I do this to myself?!

Let's get the party started!
So, the platform I'm standing on is squishy. Kind of like an upholstered seat cushion. It was not steady to stand on, nor should I have been moving around in that thing.

Ok, it's legit cold.

I was definitely ready to get the eff out by the time it was over. I felt like even my bones were frozen, and for a brief moment, I forgot what it was like to be warm. She shut the machine off, and I was left to exit and get dressed. My legs were bright red and freezing cold to the touch. Goose bumps covered every inch of my skin. I was shivering while trying to get dressed as quickly as I could for Jen to go next. It probably didn't help that it was so cold outside today. Perhaps we should have tried this in the summer. I bet it would feel really refreshing after a blazing St. Louis summer day.

Once I left the room, Jen quickly changed and it was her turn. She immediately felt the cold quicker than I did. But, she's much more sensitive to cold weather than I am. I think she pretty much hated the entire 2.5 minutes, but she took it like a champ!

Smiling or trying to keep her teeth from chattering?!

Even after I was dressed and some time had gone by, my legs were still cool to the touch even through my leggings. Because of how I was standing in that tube, I felt the coldest from my waist down. I could lift my arms out of the tube, so they weren't as frigid as the rest of me.

I can say that I did feel a bit better right after. My knees didn't hurt quite as much. I had a bit more energy and felt a little less puffy/less inflammation. But, perhaps it was just the placebo effect, and was all in my head. Jen and I went to workout right afterwards, and while it wasn't the hardest workout of my life, it was better than some workouts on a Saturday morning.

I'd definitely do it again, and luckily I have two more Groupons to use. From the testimonials on the website, it says (like with anything) that with continued use, most people see results. I'm not sure I'll continue to pay for it after the Groupon expires, but I'll enjoy the last two and see if I notice any significant changes.

But, maybe next time I'll wait until it isn't so damn cold outside.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

New Thing #97 - Homemade Mozzarella

February - Learning

February 23, 2019 - Homemade Mozzarella (sorry lactose intolerant friends)

I love cheese. (But, really, who doesn't?) Cheese is freaking delicious. Except for blue cheese. Or gorgonzola. Those cheeses are just the worst. They ruin the flavor of anything they touch. Plus, you know, I'm allergic to mold, which is kinda how they make that cheese. Or is it? I don't really know. I just know it's gross.

But, I digress. Today, I attempted (mostly successfully) to make mozzarella from scratch. Fresh mozzarella is probably my favorite cheese, and nothing beats a caprese salad with fresh mozz. Turns out making mozzarella is really quite simple (pretty much). I assumed there were a billion complicated steps to making the milky white concoction I love so much.

Nope, it only requires about 8 steps and 6 ingredients. I purchased a cheese starter kit from a farm in Tennessee off of Amazon that came with pretty much all the ingredients we'd need (minus the milk, of course). And I opted to make the cheese at my friends Betsy and JP's house since my kitchen is smaller and I wanted to invite them to help.

Simple enough, right?

My cheesy co-pilot....see what I did there?

Betsy had all the equipment we'd need except for a thermometer, so I planned on picking one up from Target on my way home from work last night. Surely, a cooking thermometer would be easy to find, no?

Nope.

While in Target, I ran into an old friend and got sidetracked for about 20 minutes. In my attempt to get out pretty quickly, I grabbed the only thermometer that wasn't digital or a meat thermometer. I knew it'd need to stay in the pot while I heated the milk, and I didn't think the digital ones were safe to submerge into liquid for extended periods of time.

It wasn't until I got home that I really looked at the thermometer and realized that it was a candy and/or frying thermometer. Which you wouldn't think would be any issue because this kind was meant to stay inside a hot liquid. One problem. The gauge started at 100 degrees, and we needed to start the milk cooking process at 85 degrees.

Well shit.

I took it back to Target, but realized there weren't any other kinds there. Even ran to Schnucks on the off chance they had one. Nope. Since my night was a bust, I opted to just try Wal-Mart or Bed Bath & Beyond this morning. Who knew a simple thermometer was going to be the biggest issue to making cheese?!

Winner winner. Found this bad boy at Wal-Mart this morning.

After my thermometer acquisition, off to Betsy's I went. I didn't think to tell her to sterilize all the equipment before I got there, so we had about 45 minutes to wait for the water in her pot to boil, along with all the utensils we'd be needing. (And yes, much like watching paint dry, watching a pot of water come to a boil was about as exciting as it sounds.) According to the instructions, sterilizing the equipment makes sure that we don't contaminate the specific bacterial cultures needed for the cheese-making process.

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Sterilization for the win!

Once the pot/utensils were cool, we started our cheese-making extravaganza. Into 1 gallon of whole milk, I added citric acid powder. According to this website, citric acid lowers the pH of the milk to allow for a better stretch of the mozzarella. I added it directly to the gallon jug while we waited for the utensils to finish boiling and cooling. In hindsight, I probably should have waited until the utensils had cooled before doing this process, because it all kind of settled into the bottom while we waited. I think that's one of the reasons we didn't have a good stretch on the mozz...but I'll get to that later.

Seemed like a solid idea at the time!

We heated the milk slowly to 85 degrees (which took for-freaking-ever, by the way), took it off the heat and prepped the next step. First I added calcium chloride to some water, and then added liquid rennet to some more water as well. Once those were prepped, we checked the temp of the milk and reheated slightly until it reached 88 degrees.

Liquid rennet helps remove the whey from the curds, strengthening the protein chain. Or something science-y like that. And because calcium levels are diminished during the pasteurizing process, calcium chloride is added in order to restore those calcium levels to store-bought pasteurized milk.

Future cheesy goodness.

Nailed it!

From here I added the diluted calcium chloride (and stirred), then the diluted rennet. Back to the burner it went to slowly heat up to 104 degrees. We had to stir pretty gently (it even said to do an up and down motion, not a swirling motion, which I didn't realize until I was writing this that it probably meant side to side, not actually up and down out of the pan like we did!!)

Slow and steady.
Stirring like a weirdo.

As I was stirring, I noticed the curds start to form on the top of the surface and separate from the whey (the liquid). Once the 104 degree temp was reached (which again, took awhile), we removed from the heat and let it rest for a few minutes.

Curds and whey! Little Miss Muffet better keep her grubby little hands away from this.

Now came the tedious part of straining the curds from the whey. We had to take multiple passes to drain as much of the whey off as possible before transferring the curds to our bowl, since our strainer wasn't really that big. Thankfully Betsy was there to help, as this worked much better with two people.

This. Took. For. Ever.

Don't mind me, just straining my curds. NBD.

Eventually all the curds were separated and we moved on to the next step: adding some salt on top (being careful not to disturb the curd.....a sentence I never thought I'd type), then microwave on high for a minute.

All the curds!

Next up, draining out any more whey, gently folding the curds once to find any sneaky whey underneath, salting again and microwaving yet again.

Fold...

...Salt...

...Microwave.

Instructions at this point said to repeat the above step until there was no more whey. It took a few additional tries before it was all gone. Then, we were supposed to stretch and shape the cheese and salt to taste. If it was grainy, it suggested to heat again until it looked more like taffy. I think we probably did that 6 or 7 times until it really started looking like cheese. The instructions never said to use our hands, so we opted to use the spatula for this step. I think we probably should have actually stretched it, to better get that taffy-like consistency. It didn't have that stretch that mozz has. Next time!!




It's getting there!

We had a nosy would-be cheese thief trying to figure out what we were doing. :)


Um, it actually looks like cheese!

If I was really to stretch this with my hands, it was pretty damn hot to do so.

Eventually it shaped into a nice ball and it was time to taste!! While it was still slightly grainy (probably could have used a few more turns in the microwave and/or actual stretching), it looked and tasted like mozzarella! Was it the best mozz I've ever eaten? No, but it wasn't bad either. It wasn't as soft and decadent as I like, but we promptly ate nearly the entire ball of it, so I'd say it was still pretty edible! We did cure it in a salt water solution to retain its shape if we refrigerated any of it, but only 1/4 of it lasted, so there wasn't much to refrigerate.

MOZZARELLA!!!

Super awkward photo. We forgot to get a pic before we started eating it, so we tried to cover up the 1/3 of the ball that was gone. What resulted is us cradling this like we just unearthed a rare dinosaur egg.


All that remained after Betsy, JP and I attacked it.

Once we finished with the mozzarella, I wanted to use the leftover whey in some way. It seemed like a waste to throw out all that liquid. A few websites said you can make ricotta from the leftover whey, so we gave it a shot. We heated it back up until whatever remaining curds separated from the whey. Then we strained it through the provided cheesecloth and let it hang for an hour or so to get out all the liquid.



Reheating the whey.

Hitting 200.

Straining.

And draining.

Clipped this to the cabinet handle. Worked great until about the last 10 minutes when the bag of cheese fell and landed BACK in the whey. :(

Ricotta!!

So the recipe I found online didn't say anything about adding salt at any stage of the ricotta process. And we could totally tell. The ricotta was not good. As in not at all. As in, I'm not even sure that should be categorized as actual cheese. It didn't taste like cheese and the consistency was too dry. We pretty much immediately threw it away. There is another ricotta recipe in the kit I bought, so I think we'll try it that way next time. But, next time I have left over whey, I can use it to cook pasta, add to smoothies for protein, add to my hair (okay, probably not) or drink it straight (gross), along with any dozen other ideas.

While it was a longer process than I anticipated, it was incredibly simple and a lot of fun. I'd definitely do it again. I mean, I have enough materials to mix with 19 more gallons of milk, so if anyone wants some mozz, let me know!

We will likely try some of the other cheeses in the kit as well: whole milk ricotta, mascarpone, queso blanco, goat cheese, cream cheese and even butter. These all required extended curing/wait times, so they weren't ideal for today's shenanigans, but I will likely try at least a few of these at some point. Like I said, I can make about 19 more pounds of cheese.

Thursday, January 31, 2019

New Thing #96 - Ancestry

Month 7 - Origins

January 2019 - Ancestry.com DNA Test

I've been wanting to do a DNA test for years to see where our ancestors hailed from. Given my last name and delicate skin tone, I've had a feeling it's the British Isles, but wanted to be sure. So many of my friends are certain of their heritage, reveling in their German, French or Asian roots. I wanted to know for sure where the Jones clan is from, so I could feel a stronger connection to a place.

With the upcoming holiday season last year, Ancestry.com put their DNA test on sale, making it the cheapest I've seen in a long time. I couldn't pass it up. I briefly considered doing 23 and Me instead, to learn more about my genetic markers in regards to health, etc., but they don't offer the full ancestral history. Well, they do, but it's much more expensive and less extensive than Ancestry.com. Maybe next Christmas when it's on sale, I'll try the health one.

Last month, I received my kit, spit into a little vial and mailed my DNA back. I'm not sure if it was because of the time of year, but it took around 6 weeks to get my results back. I don't think that's overly long, but I was anxious to find out everything they had to say about me. Over the duration of the 6 weeks, I received frequent updates from Ancestry keeping me up to date on the progress of my results.

When they came in, I couldn't wait to dig in. Any guesses as to where you think we're from?


Drum roll please.....


I was right. 88% is from England, Wales and Northwestern Europe. 10% is Germanic Europe and the remaining 2% is from Ireland and Scotland. That part surprised me a little bit. I assumed Ireland and Scotland would be higher or even lumped in with everything else, but turns out it's quite a bit less.

Additional locations, where it appears my ancestors moved to was, Lower Midwest and Virginia, more specifically the Potomac River Valley and Central Kentucky.

And that's kind of it. Seriously. That's all the information they gave me. I think if I expand my family tree with people and dates, I might get more specific information, but without sitting down with my parents, I'm kind of at a dead end.

Well, that's really kind of a let down. I know they can't pinpoint exact locations of ancestors, but damn, the commercial makes it seem like I'd get a city or at least a county in England/Wales. I mean Kelly Ripa found out the exact location in Italy her ancestors are from!

Gotta say, I'm really bummed by this. The information they gave me is pretty damn sparse. I'm not sure I have the time or energy to fill in all the extra information needed for a family tree. Maybe I'll make some time later in the year to dig in! For now, I basically paid $60 to find out that I'm from the countries I already suspected I was from. Neato.

I guess I did end up with an additional feature in my DNA traits, including where they come from and how they relate to geographic regions in my results. It's not really anything earth shattering though, but I guess it's a nice added feature. But first, a quick genetics lesson.

People typically have 46 chromosomes, grouped into 23 pairs. Genes are pieces of DNA within each chromosome that give instructions on certain traits: eye color, unibrow, etc. We have two copies of each gene, one inherited from each parent. A genotype at certain markers helps determine the likelihood of certain traits (i.e. red hair), phenotype is what we actually have.

Each of these traits comes with some additional scientific info that I've added below. I totally copied and pasted from the website though (hence the quotation marks). I didn't feel like paraphrasing.

APPEARANCE TRAITS:

Finger Length:
DNA says my pointer finger should be longer than my ring finger. Nope, they're pretty much the same length. "The relative lengths of these two fingers is known as your digit ratio, and it can provide some surprising insights about you. It turns out that the length of your fingers is related to how much testosterone you were exposed to in the womb. Greater testosterone exposure leaves most biological males with a ring finger that’s a bit longer than the index finger. Because biological females are exposed to less testosterone in utero, they tend to have index and ring fingers that are about the same length, or an index finger that’s a bit longer."

Cleft Chin:
DNA says I probably don't have a cleft chin. That's correct! "Research suggests males are slightly more likely to have cleft chins than females. A cleft chin (sometimes called a chin dimple) is a small indentation in the chin that develops before you’re born. It forms when the two sides of the lower jaw don’t completely fuse together, leaving a little space."

Ear Lobe Type:
DNA says I should have unattached earlobes. And that would also be correct. They're almost freakishly unattached, in fact. "Buddha is usually portrayed with elongated earlobes that have come to represent wisdom, compassion, and a rejection of materialism." Boom. I, too, am wise. ;-)

Earwax Type: (seriously, this is what my money went towards?!?)
DNA says I should have wet and sticky earwax (gross). This is also correct, in case you really wanted to know. "“Wet” earwax is sticky and yellow to brown in color, whereas “dry” earwax is crumbly and grayish or tan. What type you have is correlated with your ethnicity. Dry earwax is common in Asian and Native American populations. Just about everybody else has the wet variety. Also, the same gene that controls earwax type also plays a role in a person’s underarm odor."

Eye Color:
DNA says I should probably have "light" eyes. They don't list a specific color, but I do in fact have blue eyes that appear quite light most of the time. "Melanin, the pigment that gives color to our skin, hair, and eyes, doesn’t come in blue (or green or hazel or gray, for that matter). So how can eyes be anything other than brown? The more melanin you’ve got in the stroma, one of the layers in your iris, the darker your eyes are. Less melanin in the stroma means the iris reflects more light. As that reflected light is scattered by particles in the stroma, it gives blue and other light-colored eyes some, or all, of their hue. It’s similar to what happens when light is scattered by molecules in the air, which is why the sky looks blue." Yeah, I'm definitely lacking in the melanin dept. "According to one study, blue eyes are becoming rarer. A century ago half of Americans had blue eyes; today that number is closer to 17%."

Iris Patterns:
DNA suggests I have two eye-catching features: furrows and rings. Guess I should go stare deeply into my own eyes to be sure. "Furrows are a series of pale lines that curve around the iris; they’re produced as the pupil opens and closes in response to light. Pigmented rings are wide, colored bands around the pupil that are a different shade than the rest of your iris. The difference in color comes from melanin, the same pigment that colors our hair. Pigmented rings are often more noticeable in light eyes. For example, you might see a brown ring in the middle of a blue eye."

Skin Pigmentation:
DNA suggest I have light to medium skin tone. Yep, correctamundo! "Our ancient ancestors lived in Africa where the sunlight was strong, and darker skin likely helped prevent the loss of folate. As humans moved out of Africa into lands to the north with less sunlight, losing folate wasn’t as big a threat, but producing enough vitamin D probably became an issue. So genetic variations that led to less melanin and lighter skin would give these migrants a better chance of thriving in lands with long winter nights. Scientists think these sorts of variations spread through Europe and eastern Asia by natural selection and led to lighter skin."

Freckles:
DNA suggests that I should have freckles. I don't have very many on my face, but I do have them on my arms and other areas of the body. "While you might see more “angel kisses” among people with red hair and fair skin, gene variations that cause freckles are found worldwide, including in Asia, Africa, and the Americas."

Hair Color:
DNA says I should have light hair. While it's brown, it's definitely on the lighter spectrum of brown, sometimes appearing red or bronze in certain light. "Your hair has two types of melanin: eumelanin, which comes in black and brown, and pheomelanin, which is a spectrum of pinkish-red to orange and yellow. In people with dark hair, eumelanin is high and pheomelanin low; those with blonde hair have low amounts of both pigments. As we age, hair follicles produce less melanin, resulting in gray and ultimately white hair. People have been dyeing their hair blonde for centuries—in Ancient Rome, they used pigeon dung and in Renaissance Venice, horse urine." I don't know which is worse: all the chemicals we use today or all that excrement.

Hair Type:
DNA says my hair should be naturally wavy. I'm on the fence about this. I've always considered my hair to be straight, but when I air dry it, certain parts are wavy (especially those around my face). The longer my hair is, the straighter it is, but I suppose there is some truth to the wavy thing. My mom had wavier hair, so I suppose I can say it's naturally wavy. I just don't agree with the natural waves my hair decides to take. "It all starts at the roots. Hair grows from tiny pockets called follicles. Round, symmetrical follicles create hair that grows straight. Waves and curls are made by flat or oval-shaped follicles; the more extreme the shape, the kinkier the curl. But DNA doesn’t tell the whole story when it comes to hair type. Things like humidity and length of the hair can also play a role. Our earliest ancestors likely had curly hair. Straight hair may have become more common during the Ice Age, about 65,000 years ago, as protection from the cold."

Hair Strand Thickness:
DNA says my hair should be of average thickness. I can't really say I know what "average" thickness really is, but all my life I've been told I have fine hair. Even with my long hair now, I can't even make a full bun. You know those faux bun starters that you wrap your hair around to make it look fuller? Yeah, I don't have enough hair to actually cover the thing. I'm gonna go with "fine" on this one.

Male Hair Loss:
I think I can skip this one, though it does say that my close male relatives have a low chance of hair loss. Um, tell that one to my dad. :)

Unibrow:
DNA suggests that I do NOT have a unibrow, and thankfully, they would be correct. Though, I furiously plucked them in my teens just to be sure. So, I have the opposite of a unibrow now.

SENSORY TRAITS:

Asparagus Metabolic Detection: (say that 5 times fast)
DNA suggests that I might not notice a distinctive smell when I pee after eating asparagus. Can't really answer this one since I don't like asparagus. "When your body digests asparagus, it produces a chemical called asparagusic acid, which breaks down into compounds that contain sulfur, which is notoriously stinky (think rotten eggs). Some people can smell this in their urine after eating asparagus; others can’t."

Bitter Sensitivity:
DNA says I might be extra sensitive to certain bitter tastes. "If you tend to avoid vegetables like brussels sprouts, cauliflower, and kale, the reason may be in your genes. These veggies all contain glucosinolates, a group of natural compounds that can taste bitter to some people." I definitely don't like brussels sprouts, no matter how many times I've tried them (adding sweeteners or bacon to them does nothing to make them palatable for me.) I don't have strong opinions on cauliflower, and I can eat raw baby kale, though cooking it isn't my fave, so I suppose this one could be true.

Cilantro Aversion:
DNA says I should have a strong dislike for raw cilantro. This one is definitely incorrect. I freaking love cilantro. "Although cilantro leaves and coriander seeds come from the same plant, the two have very different flavors. So even if you hate cilantro, you might not mind coriander."

Sweet Sensitivity:
DNA suggests I might be more sensitive to sweet tastes, meaning some sweet treats could be deemed "too sweet" to me. I would say this could be true now, since I've cut out more sugar from my diet. But, growing up, nothing was too sweet for me. If it was sugary and delicious, I would eat it. I don't know that there was ever anything I deemed too sweet back then. That's probably also why I was a bit on the chubby side. :)

Savory (Umami) Sensitivity: (fun fact: every time I read the word umami, I immediately think of Ross on Friends and his unagi.)
DNA says I might be less sensitive to savory flavors. I would agree. While I like savory foods, I don't think I'm overly sensitive to them.

So, basically, this DNA test that I've really been wanting for forever turned out to be kind of a dud. It really didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, but rather confirmed my suspicions. I guess I was hoping there was some exotic ancestor down the line from Persia or Scandinavia. Nope, we're pretty vanilla over here in the Jones house. Ah well. Those ancestors are who made me what I am today, so I'm okay with it. :)

Update: May 2019

So, Ancestry is continuing to come up with new DNA traits, so I thought I'd add the newest ones they identified. :)

New - Nutrition Traits: I apparently have average levels of Omega-3, Vitamin C, Vitamin D, Vitamin E. According to my doctor though, I'm low on Vitamin D, so genes are definitely not a factor for that.

Additional Appearance Traits: Me (or my closest male relative will have less thick facial hair. Can't say I've paid much attention to my dad or brother's facial hair thickness, so I can't say if that's accurate or now. ;-) I'm also supposed to have been of average birth weight (which is 7.5 pounds). I can't remember my exact weight, but I know it was 7 pounds something. And finally, my DNA suggests all of my wisdom teeth developed. That would be a bit of a lie, because I only ended up with 3 instead of 4. When I had an issue with one of my wisdom teeth 17 years ago, I decided to go ahead and have them all removed. Luckily for me - and my wallet - I only had three to remove.

Additional Sensory Trait: DNA suggests that I might sneeze when exposed to bright light. You know, I've never really noticed that.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

New Thing #95 - Top Golf

Month 7 - Random

January 24, 2019 - Top Golf

Okay, this new thing is kind of random, and I'm only inserting it because it is still new. It didn't really fall into my list of new things for the year, but it happened, and it's new for me, so why not add it?

One of the perks of my new job is that our vendor reps are quite attentive. They bring us snacks, provide food for Lunch and Learns and even take the group of us out for excursions (most recently it was manis/pedis).

This month, one of our lighting reps offered to take us to Top Golf. I've been meaning to do this since it opened last year, but golf isn't exactly high on my list of transferable skills. Not to mention that it seemed pretty expensive for something I would most likely suck at. Enter a lighting rep with an expense budget!

The only drawback is that we might have gone on the absolute coldest day of the year. They tout that they have heaters on the deck, but I wasn't looking forward to sitting outside for a few hours in single digit temps!

We went after work, so we golfed after dark.

I was the first one to arrive, even before our rep, Courtney. It was a decent sized placed, filled with a bar/restaurant, gift shop, pro shop and numerous bays. We stayed on the main floor, but I know there are additional floors above and below us. The concierge asked if we had a bay preference, and when I hesitated (how the hell should I know where to go), he suggested the one furthest away from the wind, hoping it would be one of the warmer options for us.

Um, yeah, I'll take it!

Courtney arrived soon thereafter, followed by the rest of my coworkers. We found our bay in the middle of the Arctic tundra, and each got signed in. The bays can only hold up to 6 people playing at a time, though there are plenty of benches to hold more bystanders.

This is all open to the elements. The bar and gift shop are inside where it's heated.
Three levels. I can only imagine how busy this place will be in the spring when it gets nicer.

There is a bin of clubs, benches and a table, along with the swinging area (not sure what else to call it) and the ball machine. It basically works like this. Each person selects their name on the monitor, waves their club on the ball machine sensor to release a new golf ball, and takes a big swing. Each ball has a microchip in it, so it can be tracked down the field. Field? Green? Area? Whatever the hell you call it. I'm going to call it a field.

The field is filled with holes of varying sizes, and depending on where the ball lands, your score adds up accordingly. Pretty cool stuff if you think about it. They have a variety of different games to play, but we chose to just hit as many balls as possible and see what happened.

Our targets.

Each of us took our turn and some were better than others. A few people have been here before and others have actually played golf more than once or twice in their life. The rest of us were mediocre at best.

I can count on one hand how many times I've swung a golf club in my life. So, needless to say, my first attempt was crap. Yep, I missed the ball a few times. Totes embarrassing. I blamed it on the fact that I was freezing, but in reality, the heaters above the benches made it quite bearable. The swinging deck, on the other hand, wasn't as warm. But, I don't think you can really blame my mediocrity on that.

My next go around was much more successful, and I realized a few things. 1) I was using the wrong club the first time. Don't ask me what I was using or which club I switched to, because I have no idea. I just know that one worked better than the other. 2) I was taking it too seriously and was too tense. Once I loosened up and had fun, I turned out to be much better at it. 3) I will never have to worry about someone asking me to play a round of golf with them.

Do not judge these photos. I don't need to hear comments on how bad my stance is or why my swing looks like I'm shooing a bee away. I had fun, and that's all that matters!









Once we finished the first game (20 balls each), I luckily didn't come in last. I wasn't in the top 3 either, so we'll just leave it at that. :) I did hit my stride towards the end of the game, but the first session or two of terrible balls did me no favors.

They make it really easy there to continue a game. You just add the amount of time you want to play and it keeps going and adding on to the credit card on file. I imagine this can be quite dangerous if you've had a few drinks and keep extending your time.

They also have food/drink service brought right out to you. The menu was pretty extensive, though not exactly healthy, along with a full beer/wine/cocktail menu. We had a server bring everything out to us, which was really nice, but next time I need to bring a beer koozie if it's going to be that damn cold out!

We opted to play another quick round, and after the first session, I managed to be in first place. It didn't last much past that round, but I basked in the temporary glory!

It was a lot of fun and something I'd definitely do again, but hopefully with much better results next time!

Woo!! Rachel kicked all of our butts in the first game, so her low score here wasn't normal. But, I'll bask in my short-lived glory.

My coworkers and I, along with our vendor rep. So fun!

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

New Thing #94 - Wanderlust (Paris & Barcelona Day 6)

Month 6 - Wanderlust

December 5, 2018 - Barcelona: Day 6

Soooo, Sandi and I may have had a wee bit too much fun last night, because I woke up with a pretty strong case of the wine flu. Sorry not sorry though. We had a great time! The only drawback is that today is our last day in Barcelona, and we spent most of the morning sleeping. Oh well, you only party in Barcelona once, amiright?


Roast Club to the rescue again. When I walked in, the waitress not only remembered me, but she also remembered my order from yesterday. That's the kind of local flavor I love. Since I was famished, I added in a turkey/cheese/avocado sammich. Yes, I ate all of this with zero regrets!
We made one final stop on our Gaudí Barcelona tour extravaganza. We headed up into the mountains to Park Güell, which is a park within a park, that boasts some of Gaudís most unique features.

One final stop for Gaudí!

This house, which now doubles as the gift shop, reminds me of Hansel and Gretel, who might still be inside.

Okay, this is gorgeous.




No, wait, THIS is gorgeous. I do love symmetry and continuity.

Trying something. Give me a minute...

So, we had this great idea to take a photo on this angled wall because we thought it would look cool. Um. It does not. It was also incredibly uncomfortable and awkward to get in to. Enjoy. LOL

The view from the top wasn't too shabby!




Trying our "camera on the ground with the timer" shot from Paris.

Oh heyyyy



See? A gingerbread house.

Some tiles within the park.

Tiny replica.

More lovely doors!
We spent about an hour at the park, but it was starting to get crowded, so we headed back near our hotel to round up a few sites we hadn't seen yet, including the Barcelona Cathedral (that cost too much to go into), the Christmas markets and some additional side streets. Weariness got the best of us, so we opted for a cat nap, a shower and the opportunity to pack. Our wake up call is going to be stupid early.




 Barcelona Cathedral

Christmas markets.

These log people are a tradition as well. They are filled with candy and opened at Christmas. Kind of like a Spanish version of a piñata.

Just love the detail on this building.

Lunch tapas!

Meatballs!

Balsamic and goat cheese salad. Yum.

Cheese fries

We never went in here, but it's a boujee name for a sandwich shop.

Rooftop hotel. Too bad it was too chilly to enjoy it! (We did discover there's a hot tub around the corner.)

View from the hotel roof.
Next, we made it back down to Plaza Catalunya to meet up for our final tour of the trip: a walking tour of the Gothic Quarter, tapas and a flamenco show. Luckily, it was just the two of us with our guide Aneta, so we could walk at whatever pace we wanted and get a more hands-on experience.

If you're in the market for some authentic flamenco shoes, you can get some handmade here!

Excavations found original Roman ruins.

Gothic quarter.

More pooping figurines.




Yes, this is a rubber ducky store in Barcelona. And, it's quite popular.

There was an exhibit that used different chairs as characters from the nativity scene. Each chair is dressed up to represent a person or animal.

Donkey.

Horse.

Baby Jesus.

A wise man.

Cow. (I didn't get pics of everything.)
Our tapas restaurant for dinner.
We got to pick two of our choosing from these trays.


I chose a Spanish omelette with eggs and potatoes and a chicken skewer.

One drink came with our tour, so naturally, I chose sangria.

Aneta ordered a variety of additional dishes including this meat and cheese platter...

...more tomato and olive oil bread...

...cheesy potatoes...

...and more chicken croquettes!


Small intimate venue for our flamenco show.
I need this dress.

He means serious business.










The flamenco show was really cool and fun to watch, but I felt like the performers were a bit distracted and/or tired. This was the last show of the night, and I think they were over their characters. I also wish it would have been a bit longer than 25-30 minutes, but they were still pretty incredible and it was a cool experience.

With our guide, Aneta!
December 6, 2018 - Home

3:00am came way too early this morning, but to be honest, neither of us slept very well to begin with. At least we didn't have any trouble flagging down an Uber to get to the airport. We arrived pretty early, but it's a good thing we did. Despite getting our bag tags quickly, we still had to wait in a slow-moving line to actually drop our bags off. I'm not sure what point self check in does if you still have to wait in the line to check your bags.

By the time we made it through dropping our bags off and getting through security, we had around 20 minutes to try to find something to eat before our flight to Amsterdam. I found another Spanish omelette, which I've gotta say is pretty damn good.

The flight to Amsterdam was running late, and we were starting to freak out a bit about our transfer. We didn't have much time before our flight back to Detroit and every minute we sat on the tarmac was one minute we'd have to sprint through the airport.

Since we left the European Union, we had to go through customs and the line was longer than our line to check bags. The silver lining was that they had an express lane for any short connecting flights. We never got to use that, but still ended up making it on time for our flight home. Side note: The Netherlands has some super hot immigration agents. Two in particular could have been models. I would have taken a photo, but that's pretty frowned upon when entering a new country. But, damn, maybe I should book a trip back to Amsterdam soon!

The flight to Detroit was without incident. Sandi and I managed to nab 3 seats all to ourselves, so we could spread out a bit more. Sleep was a hard time coming, but I managed to catch up on some movies. The rest of the day was quite a blur, but made it to Detroit without issue, grabbed some dinner and then headed home. Around 24 hours of travel, and I was ready to be home. Sandi's parents were so nice picking us up from the airport, using my car, so I could drive straight home. Jet lag is a bitch. And going to work the next day was a terrible idea. At least it was Friday!

This trip seemed like two completely different trips. The difference between our experiences in Paris and Barcelona were staggering. I'm glad Paris is now out of the way, but I would return to Barcelona in a heart beat. Perhaps I will make a two week trek of Spain for my 40th this year!