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With her handsome fiance! |
So fun and so easy to make! |
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With her handsome fiance! |
So fun and so easy to make! |
I had mentioned on the last post how Easter snuck up on me. I had mentioned this aloud later in the day. To which a women responded, “Well since you don’t have children, you wouldn’t really be celebrating holidays.”
WTF?!
First off, this woman is Buddhist, so no offense to Buddha or any Buddhist reading this, but Easter, really isn’t your holiday to begin with … (just saying)
Second, how about the fact that my friends and a majority of my family are 1,000 miles away, my hubs is 1,000 miles away on some island that may or may not have Internet and/or phone service, and if I’m not studying or gymin' it, I'm passed out ... on the couch, the floor, the bed ... these days I'm not particular.
(... These are also all reasons that BY CHOICE the Hubs and I have decided to not have children.)
I don’t lead an exciting life. It’s pretty routine, and sometimes in that routine gives you blinders that make you forget about things that are more important … like holidays!
For the record: I didn’t forget Easter, it’s just that those 40-days were really short.
And I’d like to think that despite being childless, I do a pretty good job of celebrating holidays. Granted, moving a lot has limited how much tangible décor I have at the moment, but I decorated for Halloween, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, and Easter (even though I was all by myself). Not to mention I properly celebrated each holiday, whether it was in a church pew, with family and friends, or in the case of Halloween, a few celebratory bevvies.
I like to think that when I do have kiddies, I will be the mom to make green pancakes for St. Patrick’s Day, force my kids to make elaborate Valentines (I don’t do store-bought), hide Easter baskets (my mom still does this and my youngest brother is 21!), gorge on King cake for Mardi Gras, and make tacos & virgin margaritas for Cinco de Mayo (though mommy’s may have a side car), make a flag cake for Fourth of July (my favorite holiday), bake fun Halloween desserts and create really memorable moments for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
(... and lets face it, with Pintrest, I will NEVER be out of ideas!)
But alas, I have dogs.
I did, in fact, celebrate Easter, and with family. I spent the day in Naples with my grams and aunt and uncle.
Grams loves me so much she invited the dogs, but I thought they better stay on her good side, which meant relaxing at home. Martini & Morgan appreciated the Grandma's gesture and sent along a basket for her:
Meanwhile, they stayed at home and enjoyed their goodies from the Easter Bunny:
But Easter isn’t quite over for me.
As if the move and a competition wasn't enough stress, I had my very first apartment guest this past weekend! My bestie Kelly came down for a long-weekend.
but from the time Mark left last Sunday to Kelly arriving last Thursday, I thought I was going to lose my mind.
I had been posting on FB about not feeling well and then getting strange cysts on the back of my head (so gross!). They were SOOOO painful and itchy, and burned!
It turned out to be shingles. Gross!
It’s so frustrating when you do EVERYTHING healthy (diet, workout ... I have even been going to bed earlier and prepping everything the night before so my mornings are stress-free ... well as much as a morning can be) and your body fails. Granted it could be worse, but just knowing that there is no rhyme or reason for the shingle outbreak except an immune-system compromise, is annoying.
Last Tuesday was spent trying to find a walk-in clinic (since the one in front of our apartment complex was open, but had no doctor, WTF?!) when I should have been studying for a midterm, which happened to be the morning Kelly arrived. I was trying to finish the putting boxes away (finally my clothes are hanging ... my shoes ... are a different story) and get the guest bedroom set up by the time she arrived.
The Bestie Suite
Come Thursday afternoon, I was in desperate need of a drink.
… but I am still in competition training, so there is no fun bevvies for Miss T.
Mark and I always go out in Fort Lauderdale, but we usually go to the same places. We had a dinner and a lunch with some of Kelly’s friends/family that live down here, which meant a new restaurant on Las Olas and a lunch on Fort Lauderdale Beach (which was WAY more pleasurable than Miami Beach, even with spring break in full swing!)
On Sunday, I took Kelly for a ride on the Jungle Queen (a must if you visit South Florida). It’s a tacky-touristy river cruise. On it we past one of the major parks in Fort Lauderdale, packed with people. Apparently every first Sunday of the month the city holds a free jazz brunch.
And I found a place nearby that offers the Barre Method classes, something I have been dying to try! And down the street from me is a vegan/raw restaurant that I am itching to stop in (Seriously?! You can take the veggies away from a girl but you can't veggie outta her.)
… I might actually learn to like South Florida after all.
Whew!
Happy Tuesday ya’ll. I can finally say life is somewhat back to normal.
Last Wednesday we moved, and with the competition this weekend, I hadn’t had a chance to unpack. Hubs has worked super hard to get the apartment to a box-less state, but my clothes are still packed away.
My competition went really well.
I met other Bombshell teammates, I think I looked the best I ever had, and I placed third …
… Out of three in my class.
Here’s the thing. During this training, I really tried to focus on God and the fact that He’s allowing me to do this. I asked and prayed he’d allow me to place in the top three in my height class, knowing that the top three get a bid to a national competition, and only through a national competition can you have the possibility of getting your pro card.
Is getting my pro card my ultimate goal? It would be fun and great if I did. But ultimately my goal is to go to a national competition, and guess what God did?!
He provided.
Of course, it's not without challenges, even the day of. I’ve blogged about my ankle pain, which is thankfully healed. But Saturday morning, I got up at 5 am to starting getting ready (Okay, I may have hit the snooze once). I plugged in my curling iron, which worked just days before, and found that it wouldn’t work. Since we just moved in, I still haven’t figured out which outlets work and which light switches turn on what, so after struggling for about five minutes I gave in to the fact that it was broken.
Luckily we lived across the street from a 24-hour Wal-greens. I had put my hair in curlers the night before, and tied my hair up with a scarf to keep everything in place. If that wasn't enough, I had been spray tanned the night before, and you can’t wear undergarments after being tanned, so in my PJs, bra-less, orange-skinned and hair tied up in rollers and a scarf, I walked into Wal-greens to purchase a curling iron and red lipstick at 5:20 on a Saturday morning. Let’s just say the clerk wasn't too chatty.
Hubs joined me for judging on Saturday night. This show was really cool because they had a wheelchair competition as well. These guys are such inspirations, especially since some of them have more severe conditions than being paraplegic.
Afterwards, Hubs and I decided to eat, celebrating St. Patrick’s Day with guacamole and fajitas. Sunday, I tried to stick with my diet, while I decided to take off exercise-wise.
Hubs and I made a trip to IKEA, which was a terrible idea. Overwhelmed, overcrowded and just plain tired, we decided to head to Cheesecake Factory for a long overdue date.
And guess what?
1. Getting to the gym
2. Getting down with cardio (bleh)
3. When can I eat?
4. Distracting myself from hunger
5. When can I nap?
6. Do I have to get up?
(Seriously, can't the dogs figure out how to walk themselves?)
Lace shorties
I don’t know if these are age-appropriate (I am closer to 30 than 25 … yikes!), but I am loving lace. Plus, I believe I can get away with anything living in Miami.
Colored Jeans
I am a total jeans girl. Seriously, even when I was corporate, I think I had two pairs of black pants I would wear everyday. I didn't want to spend the money on non-fun clothes. But unless I need to run to the store quickly, I refuse to go out in sweats or yoga pants. So how perfect are colored jeans? It says I want to be formal, but I'm still here to party.
(name that movie quote, anyone?)
Head and Shoulders
I have extremely limp and dry hair.
It’s taken a beating since I did this a two years ago:
If there is one thing I spend money on, it’s expensive shampoos and conditioners. But I ran out of my fancy stuff while showering, so I was left with the hubs pick:
HEAD & SHOULDERS CITRUS BREEZE = SILKLIEST & SOFTEST HAIR EVER!!!!
Seriously, I can’t get over it. I’m in love with my hair again. It's a 2 in 1, and I do condition my hair after I use it as a shampoo, so maybe that helps. But I don’t think I will ever go back to the expensive stuff … EVER.
Chocolate-Covered Goodness
I found this site at the worst possible time, with just weeks until the comp. But you better believe that I will be baking these Flourless Chocolate Chip Cookies the Friday before the show in anticipation of a sweet treat (hopefully to celebrate a good placing!).
Bethenny Frankel's Style
Always a fan, but this season on Bethenny Ever After, I loving her easy-breezy, every day style (totally doing the "hot" pink pumps with the green shorts or the white jeans with simple blue tank?!). I tried to find a photo, but couldn't so you'll just have to watch on Monday nights on Bravo.
You know that old saying,
“Be careful what you wish for?”
It happened.
Two Fridays ago, I got a call at 8:30p from our landlord’s realtor saying that the bank approved the apartment for short sale, and once they buy it we have 60 days to vacate.
Of course I panicked.
Mark is in the Caribbean until mid-March, and let’s face four weeks out (now three!) from my competition, I am a bit emotional and unstable.
This whole past week I have been a wreck. I don’t know if it’s the impending move, the fact I have to look at apartments by myself, the competition, my bum ankle (oh, yeah three weeks out and I can barely walk on my left foot, let alone run five miles everyday) or the lack of carbs in my diet.
I don’t study however.