A U Haul was rented in my name. A kind friend helped me move my stuff from my first apartment into the truck. EJ was at practice. We hadn’t even begun to move his stuff out of his apartment. After practice, he called and I played a little joke on him telling him I hadn’t moved anything out of my apartment. I could hear his breath get heavier and him clenching his teeth… At the time he was probably thinking “I cannot believe I am moving in with this biotch, who can’t do anything on her own.”
20 minutes later.
He arrives to the U Haul full. And my friend and I just sitting on the back of the truck waiting for him to arrive. He didn’t laugh. Although, I did. :)
A year from today.
We are getting married. By this time next year, we’ll be in my hometown. People will be arriving. Details will be finalized. We will be patiently waiting for the clock to strike 5pm, when we will officially become a family.
Turns out that this time of year is kind of a big deal for us.
The "You Know What Really Grinds My Gears" Edition
People who are absolutely close minded and ignorant and share these thoughts / things on open forums like Facebook and Twitter. I understand everyone is entitled to their opinion. However if anything is not like this person, than she’ll post something ridiculous on her ‘status’ on FB about it.
For example (this is just one of SO MANY):
REALLY? Ignorance is everywhere, not just the effing South. Get a clue.
It makes me want to reach through the computer and punch the daylights out of her.
Grow up. Until that happens I am going to hide your dumbass comments.
So as you might know, EJ and I have been doing p90x. Well, we’ve fallen off the bandwagon a bit because of our schedules.
Last night, I was reviewing wedding stuff…budget (woof), timing (eek)… that kind of stuff. We’re in a really good place with a few major things to sort out in the next couple of months. One of which is my attire. I am reaching the 1 year mark in 1 week and according to the “schedule” I am due to have my attire sorted out between 9 - 12 months prior to the wedding. Seeing that I am working on my beach bod, I’m going to go ahead and say, let’s get this closer to 9 months. That gives me….3 months. 3 months equals…… anyone? anyone? Bueller?
90 days. Perfecto!
This is going to be hard. Schedules are going to suck. Morning workouts are awful because I hate getting up in the morning. EJ and I will not be able to do this together every single time. So it’s a self motivation. A competition. A push.
Can I do it? I sure hope so because girlfriend wants a cute dress that doesn’t make her look like a beached whale in 12 months.
This blog will be the same random BS. But consider it part of my journey. Wish me luck.
This weekend has been exactly what my boo and I had been missing all Summer. Don’t get me wrong, we saw so many great friends, visited some awesome cities and saw the nuptials of a lot of amazing couples.
But the weekend was quiet. Relaxing. I am finally catching up on….life.
It all started with a delicious dinner with folks who I’d like to consider some of our better friends in Atlanta. Early to bed.
Early to rise. It’s game day! EJ had practice, so I took Bubbles on an eventful walk through the park. Got to the park at the perfect time. When the good owners were there and right before the bad owners (aka: weekend park goers only) arrived. 45 minute play time, turned into a 2 hour walk where I discovered a farmer’s market on the walk with some sweeeeeet bluegrass playing. Exhausted and huffing and puff, we hop into the car and head to the grocery store to get some essentials for the game.
Florida dominated (after the first half…have to admit the truth..sorry baby).
The rest of the day consisted of food, drinks, card games, Wii and a lot of laughs with some friends.
Today was more football. A lot of computer repairs. A walk to the store with Bubbles. Petsmart. (That’s right, I take my dog to Petsmart…to buy toys. Me = wrapped around my very spoiled puppy’s paw.)
Home for more football. Delicious food. More computer repairing. And VH1’s 100 Greatest Artist of All Time.
In which I ask you fine folks…HOW THE FUCK DID THE GRATEFUL DEAD NOT GET PLACED ON THE LIST? Or Eric Clapton? Or Crosby, Stills and Nash?
Don’t get me wrong, Tommy. I heart you. And your boyishly beautiful looks, but your hair. Man. Your hair is just a little much for me. Everyone in the office keeps asking me about it (clearly because they know we are on first name basis and you are madly in love with me)…. but I have no answer. It’s just a bit too “senior year in high school, ready to go to college, too cool for hair dresser and ready to go pledge a frat”. I dug those guys…when I was 18…I think with two kids and a hot wife, it’s time to bring out the scissors.
PS: Doesn’t this picture of him look a little bit like Jack Nicholson from ‘The Shining’?
This is where I’ll be tomorrow morning and while I was the one who decided it was time to find my Atlanta dentist, I am dreading this. (BTW: Don’t judge me for the time it has taken me to get to finding a dentist since I’ve been here…you would delay this too).
But…(for the record) this IS one of my 2010 Goals and I’m pretty proud of myself for accomplishing this within 2010. I say this now because this time tomorrow I may be singing a different tune.
I am not one of those people who hates the dentist. In fact, I am petrified of public speaking and would definitely go to the dentist any time over public speaking. However, I think what I am afraid of is the length of time between my last visit that is scaring me so much. It’s like walking into a test that I can easily pass, but I’ve only sabotaged myself by staying up late and watching movies (to put it in a nutshell).
At the end of today, I am going to go home and pray that this whole appointment tomorrow goes smoothly, painlessly (and brush/floss the hell out of my mouth)…wish me luck.