Tuesday, March 28, 2017

What a week it's been...

I mean that. It has been quite the week.

Quite the month.

Quite the year so far, actually.

January was a total slump, full of heart break and disappointment.

February was all about waiting, waiting, waiting.

March was also about waiting, but things really looked up...

And now we have a house. And a dog. And all that waiting really was worth it (just like everyone said it would be!).

This past week (last Sunday through today...and counting) was all about packing, moving, unpacking, playing with the puppy...etc!

Pictures and more coming soon!


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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

I don't have a whole lot to say about things right now...everything in life seems to be waiting waiting waiting!

I will say this though...my training plan starts next week and I'm just not feeling it. I mean, I'll get out there, I'll do my workouts (especially now that I have a coach and a plan from said coach and whatnot), but I'm not as prepared as I could be.

Mostly, I have spent the last month or so wanting to enjoy not training, so I've allowed myself the opportunity to skip workouts in lieu of other things...like working out my cuddling skills with Anthony or my dogs, my "sleeping in" skills (woo I don't wake up until 6am on weekends!) and the like.

Truth is, life is about to get hectic. I don't want to jinx anything so I'm leaving it there...but next week I might just implode, haha.

And let's agree to not talk about the half in sixteen days. Let's just not. Ill-prepared doesn't even describe it. Longest run so far: 9 miles. I should be at least at 11 by now.

Yikes.

Time to pick up all the slack I've been dragging...

...ahhhhhhhhhh.

So there's the update, lol.

#endpost


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Thursday, March 9, 2017

Throwback Thursday

It's really not that much of a throw back, but I have a funny story from Sunday that I really want to share, so I'm throwing back!

So I mentioned in my last post that Anthony and I had a wedding to go to on Sunday - one of his friends was getting married. It was kind of weird getting all dressed up on a Sunday (it definitely made it feel a whole lot like Saturday...), but that's what we did!

For reference, my dress:


So you see in that second picture, how it's hugging my hips like that? It's a pretty form fitting dress, and here's the story behind (har har) how it started to not fit.

First up, this is only the second time I've worn this dress. I wore it to my cousin Sarah's wedding in December 2015, and I haven't worn it since. I really don't have much reason to wear a dress like that, and to be honest it always rides up my hips so there's lots of downward-tugging that happens when I do wear it!

Anyways, we got to the venue right on time and headed in to our seats. Shortly after the ceremony, during the post-ceremony, pre-reception mingling I went to the bathroom. Right before exiting I ran my hands down my dress, checked myself out (hey, don't judge), and during the hand-running I came to a very startling and embarrassing realization: The dress had a hole in it. Right.over.my.butt.

Not near my butt, not low towards the bottom seam...right smack dab in the middle of my butt, where you could poke a hole through my underwear to my you-know-what.

I couldn't believe it. I just stood there in drunken disbelief for a few moments (legitimately drunken because I was drunk), trying to turn my head enough to get the best look possible in the mirror. It was bad. The more I tried to make it less obvious, the more the hole grew. It was actually getting bigger. What started as a dime-sized hole was quarter size in no time. And then bigger.

I exited the bathroom and walked to Anthony as quickly as possible and told him of the problem.

He laughed. >:o

I'm just kidding about the angry face, I laughed while I was telling him. I finally snagged one of the bridesmaids and asked if there was a sewing kit for the bride's dress in the event of last minute repairs.

There wasn't.

Of course there wasn't. Also, not one person had a safety pin...well, at least not anyone we asked (and the mother of the bride helped with the asking). I was thinking Anthony and I would have to drive back to his house so I could get one...when I realized there was a JoAnn Fabrics across the street from the venue we were at.

Hallelujah!

I sent begged Anthony to go buy me a travel sewing kit so I could sneak into the bathroom and repair things, and he finally did. Fifteen minutes later he returned with black thread and needles and a few later I was sitting in a bathroom stall, dress in my lap, sewing up the offending hole while I squinted with one drunken eye to make sure my stitches were straight so the fabric wouldn't pull or gather and give some kind of winky bum-hole look to the dress. I sewed and sewed, and then used my teeth to cut the thread.

It is officially the most clutch thing I have ever done in my life :P

It wasn't too long before I was pulling it back on and asking the first person I encountered in the Ladies room to zip me up while I checked to make sure the dress looked okay (read: hole-less).

The result was perfection. You couldn't tell anything had happened. There was no hole, and I slid back into my seat before any part of dinner was served.

We had our fun and our drinks and our dinner, I actually met the bride and groom, and the rest of the night passed without any more holes to mend!


It's the best I could do without asking someone to take a picture of my butt. You can't see my underwear, which you'd be able to if it hadn't been fixed :P

But my absolutely favorite part of this wedding was knowing there's a very good reason for girls everyone to learn how to sew!


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