I've got a friend named Brea. And by friend, I mean I "met" her on a destination wedding message board when I was planning my awesome wedding to The Boop. Anyhoo, she takes pictures. She takes GOOD pictures. She's got this little photography business, and she's hosting a contest on her Facebook page. I'm in said contest. Whoever wins, wins a photo shoot with Brea. Considering The Boop and I are having such a rough time right now, I thought this would be something nice to do. AND, it's in Maryland. So, go to the link, and "Like" our picture. Do it now, then repost the link on your FB page, so all your stalkers can vote for us too!
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151193503644274&set=a.10151193503019274.504580.382114854273&type=1&theater
KTHXBYE!!!!!
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Downward Facing Half Lotus Dragonfly Plank
I registered for a yoga class today. Flow Yoga is the name of the class. The description promises it to be good for beginners, which is great since I've never been to a yoga class before. I'm pretty excited. Smang is coming with me, which makes me even more excited. I'm uncomfortable doing new things, so it's good that I'll have a yoga buddy. I'm a little nervous that I'm going to make myself look like an ass, but I'm more nervous that I'm going to fart. I'd like to go back, and if I go chemical, I'm going to have to start from square one. Class is Tuesday. NO CHIPOTLE MONDAY!!
And, I got mah hurrs did today. I came across this picture on the worldwideweb and sent it to my hairdresser on a whim, last night.
Well, she responded within seconds, "love it, see you tomorrow at 2:30, good?" Umm....yeah. Ok. Tomoorow. Good. I will spend months, MONTHS, agonizing over a haircut, then get the same exact thing. Always. Well I walked in today, sat down, donned my Batman cape, and took a breath. "We doing that cut?" Patricia said. "Yup" And out came the scissors, and razor. RAZOR. I love it. LOVE. I think it makes my whole face look different. Patricia, the nut she is, requested that I recreate the photo. I wonder if my blow job face looks the same. Hmm, well, until then, here's my driving face.
PS....I love those sunglasses so goddamned much, I want to wear them every second of the day. That's all I have to say about that.
And, I got mah hurrs did today. I came across this picture on the worldwideweb and sent it to my hairdresser on a whim, last night.
Well, she responded within seconds, "love it, see you tomorrow at 2:30, good?" Umm....yeah. Ok. Tomoorow. Good. I will spend months, MONTHS, agonizing over a haircut, then get the same exact thing. Always. Well I walked in today, sat down, donned my Batman cape, and took a breath. "We doing that cut?" Patricia said. "Yup" And out came the scissors, and razor. RAZOR. I love it. LOVE. I think it makes my whole face look different. Patricia, the nut she is, requested that I recreate the photo. I wonder if my blow job face looks the same. Hmm, well, until then, here's my driving face.
PS....I love those sunglasses so goddamned much, I want to wear them every second of the day. That's all I have to say about that.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
The Time Traveler's Wife
No, really, where does the time go? I can't believe it's been a month since my last blog entry. Good thing my gigantic following of 1 person is so patient.
I've started counting and measuring my food again. I've been pretty good with it during the week, then the weekends come and I'm a mess. Which I wasn't really too upset about since I was exercising, too. I even lost 8lbs. I fit into last years jorts!! Then I saw pictures of myself at LSC with a friend and his daughter. Holy cream cheese shit. I am fat. Like, do you have a mirror in your house, type fat. Like, just cause it comes in your size doesn't mean you should wear it, type fat. Back to the measuring and counting and cardio. I think I'm going to print pics from my awesome photo shoot and tape them to the fridge, the beer fridge (cause that helps), my lunch box, and my phone background. Just to remind myself what I look like. Either its going to work, or I'm going to name my first child Honey Boo Boo. We'll see.
Then I was attacked by a spider. Ok, maybe not so much attacked by it, as much as I saw it in my bedroom, tore shit apart, lost my mind, cried, donned rain boots and gloves, and finally trapped that dirty, hairy, killer. I didn't know what to do. None of my designated boyfriends were around. I left it trapped, for hours. I was convinced it was going to break out, and I would surely face certain death. Finally BuddyBuddy came home. We haven't spoke in 3 days. You can bet your sweet ass I spoke to him today. He took the devil outside and crushed him. I'm now on high alert for his minions to show up in retaliation. BuddyBuddy will probably find me spun up and hung from the ceiling with blood dripping from my eyes.
I'll keep you posted.
I've started counting and measuring my food again. I've been pretty good with it during the week, then the weekends come and I'm a mess. Which I wasn't really too upset about since I was exercising, too. I even lost 8lbs. I fit into last years jorts!! Then I saw pictures of myself at LSC with a friend and his daughter. Holy cream cheese shit. I am fat. Like, do you have a mirror in your house, type fat. Like, just cause it comes in your size doesn't mean you should wear it, type fat. Back to the measuring and counting and cardio. I think I'm going to print pics from my awesome photo shoot and tape them to the fridge, the beer fridge (cause that helps), my lunch box, and my phone background. Just to remind myself what I look like. Either its going to work, or I'm going to name my first child Honey Boo Boo. We'll see.
Then I was attacked by a spider. Ok, maybe not so much attacked by it, as much as I saw it in my bedroom, tore shit apart, lost my mind, cried, donned rain boots and gloves, and finally trapped that dirty, hairy, killer. I didn't know what to do. None of my designated boyfriends were around. I left it trapped, for hours. I was convinced it was going to break out, and I would surely face certain death. Finally BuddyBuddy came home. We haven't spoke in 3 days. You can bet your sweet ass I spoke to him today. He took the devil outside and crushed him. I'm now on high alert for his minions to show up in retaliation. BuddyBuddy will probably find me spun up and hung from the ceiling with blood dripping from my eyes.
I'll keep you posted.
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