Sunday, February 27, 2011

Hot Yoga

In a moment of sheer stupidity weakness, I signed myself up for a month long hot yoga class. I read an article in one of the 9487239 magazines I get about how hot yoga is great for toning and detoxification. I don't really know what they meant by detoxification, but what I do know is that bathing suit season is haunting my dreams and a little toning may be just what the doctor ordered.

From what I can tell, hot yoga is the same thing as normal yoga only you do it in a sauna and they make you hold the poses for what seems like 20 minutes. My ass has never hurt so bad in my life {nor have I ever been so sweaty}. I must have been doing the poses wrong when I did my at-home yoga dvd.

My instructor kept referring to herself as a "yogi," which everyone but me seemed to think was perfectly normal. I, however, kept snickering like an immature little boy at every yogi mention. And yes, little boys do snicker.

No curtains for us!

I'd been feeling like none of the rooms in the apartment would be done until they had curtains but we've run into a little hiccup. The side of the building that all of our windows are on is made of brick underneath the drywall. No power drill in the world {that we have access to} can drill into it which means we cannot hang curtain rods. At first I acted like this was the worst thing in the planet {because I'm a serious worrier} but I'm past that now.

I did ended up buying some of this fabric to make curtains for our bedroom. JJ figured out a way to attach a curtain rod to the outside of the window.

We've decided to return the white curtains I bought for the living/dining room and use the money towards some barstools. You have to make priorities when you don't have a lot of dough.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Chill-Out, Be Amazing

I am far from perfect. I am a serious worry-er. I worry about being a good wife/sister/friend/daughter. I worry about excelling at my job, while still making a difference in some children's lives. I worry that I don't have any hobbies anymore that don't involve reality tv. I worry that I miss out on life by being obsessive about the house being clean and everything in its place. I worry that I care too much about what other people think of me.

I worry about things that don't matter too. Like, really really don't matter. We live in an anxiety culture but I've turned worrying from a habit to a lifestyle. Earlier this year I made the vow to say yes to fun. I would now like to amend that resolution to add a "chill-out component."

I heard somewhere {or I made it up} that having a positive outlook can add as much as 7.5 years to your life. Think how much I could worry about with seven extra years of life! Crap, I've already failed...

Big Mistake

Guess what I'm doing for the next week? If you guessed cat sitting, you'd be right. I sure hope this goes better than last time! I should probably get my own plunger just in case.

At least I won't have to secretly use her dryer this time since I finally got one of my own. After two months without a dryer, we're concerned that our stinky-stank is contributing to our lack of new friends in this new city.

Monday, February 21, 2011


We've been married for seven months now- which is closer to one year than it is to no years. Clever, aren't I?! I find it so hard to believe that time has passed this quickly, yet it's hard to remember back to a time that we weren't wedding planning or learning how to be married {the latter is the stage we're currently in}.

I was looking through wedding pictures and came across these:

When I get annoyed with my husband for being a work-aholic and not going to bed at the same time as me so he can stay up and play Call of Duty, I have to remember that these {as in his sweet side} are the reason I fell in love with him.

Let the smell in

I've been trying to place the smell that lingers in the air near our apartment. It's extremely strong and kind of smells like a basement.

But a few days ago I figured it out. I drove past this beauty and the smell finally clicked. 

The "basement" smell was really COFFEE! I feel like the worst coffee addict ever that I didn't recognize it. Ever since then I've been leaving my windows open to let the basement {er, I mean coffee!} smell in.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Road Trippin'

This afternoon I'm road tripping to Columbia to celebrate a friend's birthday. I have been looking forward to tonight all week and I've broken out my favorite CD for just the occasion.

The weather has been in the 70s for the past few days so I'm breaking out a dress and heels for tonight and hoping my pale legs don't blind anyone.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Anthro's Bridal Line

Anthropologie's much anticipated bridal line, BHLDN, was released on Valentine's Day.

They did not disappoint!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Be Mine

Husband, will you be my valentine? 
Let's meet at home after work and eat lots of foods obnoxiously cut out with hearts. 

Thursday, February 10, 2011

put down the razor

As someone who shaves their legs about as often as a cat takes a bath, I couldn't resist sharing this with you:

Maybe smooth legs will be my husband's Valentine's Day gift?

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Cabin Fever

We've been stuck inside so much lately this is what I've resorted to...

Homemade Valentine's Day cards. Like elementary school but less fun because you don't get to make your "mailbox" out of a shoe box and spend a day eating heart shaped cupcakes.

I do have one leftover cinnamon muffin from when I had a NINE person sleep-over at my apartment this past weekend. I guess that is sort of like a heart shaped cupcake only not shaped like a heart and not sweet. I'm really going to need spring to come sometime soon or I might go crazy!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Facebook BFF with my Gdma

Yesterday morning I had a Facebook friend request from my 86 year old grandmother. I went back and forth between thinking this was cute and this was a sign that Facebook has become too far reaching. But then I remembered my favorite picture of all time: my grandparents at Thanksgiving a few years ago. Try and tell me this RAD couple doesn't deserve to "poke" their grandchildren!

My favorite part is that her facebook name is "Gdma." Ah, be still my heart! 

Friday, February 4, 2011

party like it's -9 degrees outside

Image via Kate Spade 

Not that anyone is awarding gold stars or anything {since two days out of the five day work week were snow days} but I thought you might like to know that I just wrapped up my first full week at the new job. So far we've eaten cookies every day so I would say it's been a huge success.

We are going to have a serious houseful this weekend and I couldn't be more excited. I'm told there are three air mattresses headed our way, in addition to the two queen sized beds and a pull out sofa we already have. We're goin' a party like it's negative nine degrees outside......

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Sappy McSappyson

No amount of snow is keeping my hunka-hunka piece of meat away from me today! I've only seen him for 48 hours during the last month but as soon as that darn flight lands in Kansas City tonight he's here to stay for awhile. I'm killing time by cooking an obscene amount of food and doing some yoga {er, I mean laying on my yoga mat while I watch "19 kids and counting"}.

It has been a major struggle having to spend so much time apart in our first month in a new city but we feel lucky to both have jobs we love, a great new home and aren't very far away from our family and friends. I am quite certain that I'm going to go on a bitter rampage if his company sends him away for weeks at a time again though!

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


If I look out my window, all I see is white. I feel like cooking a whole bunch of comfort food and playing scrabble--because that is what I know is going on at my parents' house. But, alas, I'm snowed in by my lonesome so it seems silly to make large quantities of chili and chicken noodle soup, and it really seems silly to play scrabble. Instead I'm snacking on apples and peanut butter which is much less than comforting.

I just went down to chat with the concierge downstairs (since we became BFF after the toilet plunging incident) but he didn't come in today because of the "historic blizzard." Option B was to get in the bath with a magazine....except the mailman is withholding all of my mail in protest of my marriage. Option C is looking very similar to last night's "ooops I killed our house plants pitty party." Trashy tv and a beverage of choice.

Anyone who has a jeep or a snow plow: I am begging you to come over and keep me company!