...or not. ha. Ok, so I wasn't as on top of my blog as I had thought I would have been. I started this blog in hopes that it would be an outlet for me during this year of change. Turns out, there was so much change, I really didn't know what to post, or when, or how much I really wanted to share with the world wide intertubes. Oh well. I digress.....
I'm sitting here in my new apartment in the city. Baltimore city to be exact. I actually made the move. I've been here 3 weeks. It's different. I'm living with my husband for the first time in a year, and while it's pretty awesome, it's also pretty challenging. We've changed a lot the past year, and now we've got to bring these changes together.
So, here we go. The Single Newlywed will now be an account of discovering myself, my new city, and who exactly my husband is. Hopefully my sophomore year goes better than the last.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Pick Me!! Pick Me!!
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!!!!!
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151193503644274&set=a.10151193503019274.504580.382114854273&type=1&theater
KTHXBYE!!!!!
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.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Back to the drawing board
A good friend of mine is home for the month. He goes to medical school in Antigua. Rough life, right? We call him the RiceMan. Tonight, after I drug my ass out of bed, stopped feeling sorry for myself, and washed the Valdez spill in my scalp, I had dinner with RiceMan.
RiceMan and I had a rough beginning. I say rough in that I hated his guts. I literally didnt believe he had the muscles that enabled a person to smile. Now, we always make time for each other. So, I'm able to confide in him, and vent to him. And, much like me, he's a total asshole. So, I know his input is going to be raw. Not only raw, but impartial; he's also friends with the Boop.
RiceMan had a lot of advice. Good advice. Advice I didn't want to hear, but needed to. Advice that has me rethinking job opportunities that I had previously written off. I'm not ready to give in to Boop and agree to throw away everything I've worked for, but I am more open minded and more willing to explore avenues I had before considered dead ends. We'll see.
Wednesday one of my oldest (though not THE oldest) friends I have will be arriving in NJ from Fort Hood. Sven. Yeah, hes a soldier (and single, ladies. I'm accepting applications). I'm working most of the week, but Friday I'm going to shoot Army assault rifles. I cant begin to explain how excited I am. He's only home for 4 days, so I'm really excited that I get a whole day of Sven time to myself. I'm also interested in hearing HIS point of view of the whole Boop fiasco. In his line of work, he has no choice but to require a lady friend to relocate at the drop of a hat for him. So, I'm looking forward to his input from POV closer to the Boops.
I woke up to a black, 2" long killer crawling on my bedroom wall, just above my head. Mr Winston, as usual, could not be bothered. I killed it. With my Ugg slipper. All by myself. Not a single scream. I'm going to consider today a great success.
RiceMan and I had a rough beginning. I say rough in that I hated his guts. I literally didnt believe he had the muscles that enabled a person to smile. Now, we always make time for each other. So, I'm able to confide in him, and vent to him. And, much like me, he's a total asshole. So, I know his input is going to be raw. Not only raw, but impartial; he's also friends with the Boop.
RiceMan had a lot of advice. Good advice. Advice I didn't want to hear, but needed to. Advice that has me rethinking job opportunities that I had previously written off. I'm not ready to give in to Boop and agree to throw away everything I've worked for, but I am more open minded and more willing to explore avenues I had before considered dead ends. We'll see.
Wednesday one of my oldest (though not THE oldest) friends I have will be arriving in NJ from Fort Hood. Sven. Yeah, hes a soldier (and single, ladies. I'm accepting applications). I'm working most of the week, but Friday I'm going to shoot Army assault rifles. I cant begin to explain how excited I am. He's only home for 4 days, so I'm really excited that I get a whole day of Sven time to myself. I'm also interested in hearing HIS point of view of the whole Boop fiasco. In his line of work, he has no choice but to require a lady friend to relocate at the drop of a hat for him. So, I'm looking forward to his input from POV closer to the Boops.
I woke up to a black, 2" long killer crawling on my bedroom wall, just above my head. Mr Winston, as usual, could not be bothered. I killed it. With my Ugg slipper. All by myself. Not a single scream. I'm going to consider today a great success.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Can I have a Mulligan?
This has been one of the worst weekends of my life.
It took me 5.5hrs to get to the Boop's house Friday night. While there, I experienced my first tornado. That scared the shit out of me. And to make matters even better, as I'm worrying about the meat in the freezer, the milk in the fridge, the 109* weather with no AC, not having water because the well pump wouldn't work, the lack of gas that would be available if the state had no power, etc....the roommates decided this was the best time to have Sexfest '12. Pardon me for being a fucking adult.
The Boop and I are arguing hard core. I don't want to move to MD. I cant find a job, and finding someplace I think I'll be comfortable living, is near impossible. If I don't have a job, and the Boop is the only income, we're going to be living in a refrigerator box, sharing cat food with Winston. He refuses to come home, and I refuse to move to MD. We're at a stalemate. I have no idea where we're going to go from here. I spent less than 24hrs in MD before getting in the car and driving home. We haven't spoke since yesterday. Sigh.
I posted a picture of Winston on reddit.com, where you could see photos hung on the wall in the background. No big deal, right? Some douchebag private messaged me to tell me that I was a disgusting, fat bitch who was going to die of a heart attack by 47, and I should talk less and eat more pizza. So, that was ego boosting.
On the bright side, BuddyBuddy is on vacation with his family. At least I can hang on the couch, braless, while I eat my pizza.
It took me 5.5hrs to get to the Boop's house Friday night. While there, I experienced my first tornado. That scared the shit out of me. And to make matters even better, as I'm worrying about the meat in the freezer, the milk in the fridge, the 109* weather with no AC, not having water because the well pump wouldn't work, the lack of gas that would be available if the state had no power, etc....the roommates decided this was the best time to have Sexfest '12. Pardon me for being a fucking adult.
The Boop and I are arguing hard core. I don't want to move to MD. I cant find a job, and finding someplace I think I'll be comfortable living, is near impossible. If I don't have a job, and the Boop is the only income, we're going to be living in a refrigerator box, sharing cat food with Winston. He refuses to come home, and I refuse to move to MD. We're at a stalemate. I have no idea where we're going to go from here. I spent less than 24hrs in MD before getting in the car and driving home. We haven't spoke since yesterday. Sigh.
I posted a picture of Winston on reddit.com, where you could see photos hung on the wall in the background. No big deal, right? Some douchebag private messaged me to tell me that I was a disgusting, fat bitch who was going to die of a heart attack by 47, and I should talk less and eat more pizza. So, that was ego boosting.
On the bright side, BuddyBuddy is on vacation with his family. At least I can hang on the couch, braless, while I eat my pizza.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Peek-a-boo!
Well would you look at that. Its been damn near a month since I've blogged. I'm busy, sue me.
BuddyBuddy is still driving me mad. I quit a job, cause fuck it. I'd rather be broke than miserable. I've been fortunate enough to see the Boop almost every weekend since he's left. I spent a night on a yacht in the Inner Harbor. I made friends with a sad old man, who told me I had to have children so I wouldn't die alone. And, I have acquired a boyfriend, that my husband approves of.
I'm going to try the beach again tomorrow. I havent been since the burning. I'm hoping tomorrow works out better for me.
BuddyBuddy is still driving me mad. I quit a job, cause fuck it. I'd rather be broke than miserable. I've been fortunate enough to see the Boop almost every weekend since he's left. I spent a night on a yacht in the Inner Harbor. I made friends with a sad old man, who told me I had to have children so I wouldn't die alone. And, I have acquired a boyfriend, that my husband approves of.
I'm going to try the beach again tomorrow. I havent been since the burning. I'm hoping tomorrow works out better for me.
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