craaazy skillz

I just held the yarn.

Clique? No, click!

You know, click. Click, click, click, click. The sound aluminum knitting needles make when you are busy knitting. We had our first Knit Click meeting today. It was so much fun!Ariella and I spent some time teaching everyone how to knit. Doesn't Tiffany look so focused?She was so focused, in fact, that she was totally ignoring her screaming child. That's ok Tiff, we understand. Slavka can't even stop knitting while she's feeding her baby. It's THAT much fun!We even got football-girl, Shelly to knit. Doesn't she look cute? Yes, that's a ball of garden twine I am knitting with. SSSSH, it's a secret project for a friend. Don't tell her. I didn't take any pictures of all the kids that were here. Let's just say that Marianne isn't used to so many toddlers all in one house at a time. I'll get used to it. Next month's Knit Click meeting is April 12th. Everyone is invited. Even toddlers.

i guess it's time for an update

• i've been knitting
• i've been hanging out with ariella in her living room chatting and knitting
• i've been looking up patterns to knit
• i've been learning new knitting skills
• i haven't been training for my triathlon like i should because i want to stay home and knit
• i've gained the weight i wanted to gain because i have been sitting on my ass knitting
• when i wear certain jeans i have a muffin top, so i don't wear those jeans anymore
• my ass looks AMAZING!!
• i want a new job
• correction to above: i want to start my own in home personal training biz
• i also want to start holding boot camp classes at my home
• i think i might call them 'torture with tex'. do you think people would want to come?
• i need some people to train. who's up for it?
• i'm an awesome trainer. seriously. i am worth it.
• this is the longest list of bullets EVER!!
• are you all still interested?
• i'm being a brat now
• you're still reading
• i love you all
• MWAH!!

It's Brie's fault...

that I have size 10 knitting needles semi-permanently attached to my hands and I can't blog.

Too bad, because some pretty cool things have happened to me that I'd like to share with you. But I can't. Because all I can do is knit. My yarn and needles are crying out for me right now. I gotta go take care of them. Bye!

FYNO snow

I didn't get a picture of it, but my dog couldn't even take a pee this morning because the snow was up to his- you know what. I have a picture of Mel in a snowdrift that is up to his- you know what. And Trystan is F-ing his N's O right now.

Poor guys.

Snow Schmow

I don't like it. That's about it.

the definition of marianne

- The girl you always want to get with but never seem to meet her standards. She is a tease, and keeps you wanting more. If you do end up with her (LUCKY BASTARD), she is an amazing kisser. This girl dreams big and knows what she wants.


Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your name. Post your definition in my comments.

Hey- Does anyone have an extra $1,000?

Because that's about what it's going to cost me to be able to do this damn triathlon. I have to get a bike, bike shorts, rent/buy a wetsuit, water bottle/holder, biking shoes, cleats, pedals (thankfully my friend is giving me those), running shoes (already bought). I feel like I'm missing something, but I don't know what. There's a lot of stuff to buy!! It's friggin' expensive.

So, who wants to sponsor me? Or buy special limited edition triathlon jewlery? How 'bout some triathlon cookies? Harmony - I could sign pictures of my ass and you could auction off prints of it and we could share the profits.

Ok, not really. Well, maybe kind of .

things you should know

• i have callouses on my thumbs because i have played waaaay too many hours of my new game.
• savasana works. really. it worked so well for me last night that startled myself out of sleep because i was snoring.
• you are an official member of the yoga geek club if you didn't have to click the link to find out what savasana means. (tell me who you are, and i'll send your card in the mail)
• if i don't stop eating and gaining weight, i'm going to have to buy new clothes. who's up for a thrift store run?
• if it's still snowy at my house on tuesday, you people are invited over for a potluck/sledding/playdate at noon. bring a sled and some food to share. if you need the address, call me.

That's all.

FINALLY!!!!

It's taking every fiber of my being to not wake Trystan up so we can play this game right now. (it's almost 11pm) Because believe me, he'd wake up. And we'd play it all night. Until we had blisters on our fingers.

But I won't. I'm going to go to bed now so I can dream of Mario and Luigi and the adventures that await us ALL DAY LONG tomorrow.

Like, DU-UH?!

Who would have thought that eating regularly and exercising regularly would make such a difference?

Me. That's who. I mean, I AM a fitness professional and all. But just because I know something, doesn't mean that I'll do it. Until now.

For the past 7 months, I've been stressed, unhappy, and slowly wasting away. You see, when I get stressed, I don't eat. Then, I get depressed because I'm not fueling my body, then I don't want to eat, then I lose weight because I'm not eating, then I feel bad about myself because I'm too skinny, then I get depressed, then I don't eat because I'm depressed, then I stress out, BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. Do you see the cycle? That's why I went on zoloft. Well, the zoloft was for PMS, but the PMS just made everything 1,000 times worse.

Then, one morning in the beginning of November, I had the following conversation with my dear husband:
Him: Babe, I was looking at you earlier, and you are starting to look scary skinny.
Me: What? Really?
Him: (very seriously) Yes. You look pretty bad actually.
Me: Wow. Ok.

So that was my call to action. You guys know my husband. He's a great guy. He has never said anything negative to me about my weight. Whether I was soft and squishy after having a baby (let's call that the 20's), or fit and trim like I am now. So for him to say that I looked scary was my reason to take things seriously. I went out that day and bought a little black spiral notebook. You all may have seen it sitting on the counter during BGW. I wrote down everything. What I ate, what I drank, what type of activity I did. I'd weigh in each week to track my progress.

Honestly, it was just as hard to gain weight as it was to lose weight. I've been on both sides of that coin. I'd gain a pound, lose two. Gain three pounds, lose one. Lose two pounds. Gain one. This went on till I finally gained 5 pounds from the original and kept it on. I hit a plateau. I couldn't gain more. (really? is she serious?) So then, I stopped exercising. Like, really. I went from 6 or 7 days per week to 1 or 2. That's what did it. Well, that and BGW.

I have gained the 10 pounds I needed to gain. So now, I am eating all the time, and that's a good thing because I am training for a triathlon. I am going to be working out 6 or 7 days per week again. My pants are fitting me again. My bras aren't loose. Even in a sports bra, I'm not totally flat chested.

The best part?!!? I really feel like ME again. I am creative again. I'm cooking - no - creating great recipes. (I'll share them eventually) I'm being crafty again. Ariella and I are knitting. I'm still doing jewelry. I am being more creative at work with clients and with my own personal workouts. I even am enjoying my kids. I'm not always searching for ways to escape my house. It's great. AND!! I'm not taking zoloft anymore.

That's it. Now comment on my blog and tell me how great I am and how happy you are for me.

What Goes Around, Comes Around

Karma. It's real. I'm living it. It's the 20-year curse rearing its ugly head again.

• 20 years ago, I was 14.
• 20 years ago, nothing my family did was acceptable.
• 20 years ago, I didn't want anything to do with my siblings.
• 20 years ago, my mother was the meanest, most selfish bitch in the universe.
• 20 years ago, I had such a bad attitude about anything that was outside my sphere of existence, that all I could do without spewing nastiness was sleep.
• 20 years ago, I knew everything.
• 20 years ago, I was the sh**!
• 20 years ago, while I was being yelled at/arguing with my terrible bitch of a mother, I vowed that I would NEVER say/do/think/act that way.

The only saving grace is that in 20 years, I'll be able to enjoy when karma rears it's ugly head again. On Her.

Growing up and letting go...

SUCKS! It sucks BIG HAIRY ONES!

Where do you draw the line? How much freedom is too much? How do you let your kid have experiences and develop her sense of self, and demonstrate that you have taught/are teaching her well? How do these things happen without causing wrinkles/ acne/ gray hairs? How do you shelter your kid enough so she can still be safe without causing long-term damage?

I don't want feedback from you unless you have or have ever had a teenager. I'll even accept your opinion if you still are a teenager, or just past teenager-hood. Or if you can remember a specific example of how your parents handled this situation when you were a teenager.

But if you have little kids, and you are giving me your 'I think this is how I would handle it' opinion, I don't want to hear it. Seriously. I need actual, proven advice here.

"Pick number three, m'lord!"

What movie is that from? Ten million points to the one who guesses right.

I know yesterday's post was crappy, but you have to remember that I'm so out of the habit right now. I am doing well to just be sitting down at my computer. Be patient. I'll get into the swing of things soon. I'm almost making this blogging thing a habit again. Soon, I'll be posting pictures and writing witty commentary about the world around me. I just might become the next Brandi. (heaven help us)

two in a row

I don't know if there's really anything to say, but I'm just happy to post something two days in a row.

Doesn't my blog look pretty?

I have to get ready for work now. Aren't you glad that you wasted these three minutes of your life? You'll never get them back.

Brat!

Pet Peeve about BGW women

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah..... I had a great time and all of that junk at the BGW-2010. Here's my peeve with all of you girls. Well, not all. Just the ones that have asked me for recipes.

The recipes were on the kitchen island all weekend. IN PLAIN SIGHT. I didn't make any attempt to hide them or even discourage anyone from seeing them. If you wanted the recipes, you could have taken a look and copied down the recipe for yourself. You could have been proactive about it and gone home with the recipe in hand. Ashley did. So why didn't the rest of you?

I hate to email recipes. It takes time. Time I don't really want to spend copying a recipe. I don't usually use my desktop, so to write a recipe on my iPod is excruciating. I won't do it. I am not going to email any recipes. I'm just not going to do it. If you live near me, you may come over and I'll photocopy the recipe for you. If you have my phone number, you can call me and I'll tell it to you over the phone.

You girls know me. You know I love all of you. I'm just a brat.

Ashley, I will buy a cookbook from you when you publish it. Just remember, I am a contributor. I won't pay full price.

Genius

Viv: (screaming and rolling on the floor) But I don't WANT to go to bed!!

Me: oh! You don't have to go to bed right now. You can come brush your teeth first, then go to bed.

Viv: (calmer) But I still don't want to go to sleep!!

Me: OK. You can just lay in your bed till you fall asleep. You can just stay awake until you fall asleep. Ok?

Viv: (with a triumphant smile) Yeah! Ok!

And she trotted into the bathroom to brush her teeth, go potty, and got her PJ's on and got in bed.

Thank you, zoloft.

Dear Brandi,

I rejoice in my weenieness. I'll stop being a weenie head when you stop being so stubborn.

Love,

Marianne (AKA - weenie head)

good news, bad news, good news, bad news

good news:

• no joint pain
• no muscle pain (can't believe I'm not sore)
• asked a friend that i train if she'd train for the triathlon with me and she said yes

bad news:

• registration for triathlon closed yesterday

good news:

• don't have to rush to see if the 'ol ankle can handle running. i can take my time and do it gradually
• my training friend is going to do one in the spring, and i will probably do a different one with her then
• i have a month to see if the ankle is good or not

bad news:

• i'm pretty underweight, and am trying to gain weight (yet another reason for Brandi to hate me)
• this isn't really compatible with triathlon training because i need to be focusing on muscle building and de-emphasizing cardio.
• so, even if i end up not doing the triathlon, i still have to cut back on my 1 or 2 hours of cardio per week
• you all probably hate me now. keep your hatred to yourself. i don't want to hear about it.

Today I ran...

...and I LOVED IT!!!!

It felt SO good!

I did a little warm up, 10 minute mile, and cool down. 15 minutes in all.

And barely broke a sweat.

The trick is keeping my ankle happy.

I want to do the stupid Triathlon now, I just have to keep sweet talking my ankle into participating.

Wish me luck!

I can't believe I'm actually considering this

Yesterday while I was talking to one of my BFF's, Suzan, she mentioned that she is doing the Iron Girl Triathlon . She had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to do it with her.

Me??!! A triathlon? You want me to run?

I don't run. I made a vow not to run after I got out of the Army 11 1/2 years ago. I can't go back on that vow. Not to mention that I have a screw in my ankle. Not to mention that I hate running.

So, why am I considering it?

I guess because I already cycle (in a class - a controlled environment), and I swim (i can make it 20 minutes if i'm lucky), and I'm in good shape (kinda on the skinny side). So why not?

My Halloween wasn't PC either

Yeah, that's Mel's impromptu version of a 'wife beater'.

So what, it's just another year

October 1981, 6 years old

So, I guess it's my birthday today. I am a little less that enthusiastic about it this year. It's not because I'm 34. That's cool. I think I'm a pretty hot 34 year old. I'm not happy on this birthday mostly because I'm having a suckish fall.

I'm discovering that I miss my girlfriends. By girlfriends, I mean those few girls out there who know everything (ok, almost everything). I miss hanging out. I miss chatting on the phone. I miss running errands together. I miss being catty and gossipy together. I miss giggling. I am definitely a girl's girl, and I want my girlfriends back!!

So, I'm mostly feeling sorry for myself today. Ok, not just today. The whole weekend. Help me out of this funk. Please.

It's October now!

1. Sweaters and jeans are everyday items now
2. It's chilly in the morning when I leave for work
3. That sucks
4. It's going to get worse before it gets better
5. I wear my snuggly bathrobe and slippers whenever I'm in the house
6. Summer is just around the corner (positive thinking)

Happy (belated) Birthaversary!!

We were young and pregnant and facing a PCS, so we decided to get married!

So, we went to the Chatham County Courthouse in Savannah, GA (where we were both stationed) and did it! I mean, we got married. Aren't I a radiant bride? True story: When we were outside the judge's chambers, there was this guy who had like three gold teeth in his mouth that was trying to pick up my mom. On MY wedding day! Can you believe it?

Big belly makes nice pillow. 11 days later, Patricia was born. Not such a romantic story, I guess. But hey, that's ok because 14 years later, we're still hot for each other. Gotta love it!

How I won the dumbass award

On a sunny Sunday in late August, I skipped church. This wasn't anything new. I've been skipping church for months now, but on this particular Sunday, I thought it would be a good idea to mow the grass too.

So there I was, playing hookey and working, and the lawn mower decided to act up. The grass was dewey and kinda long, and it kept getting caught in the blower. So, I would stop the blade, and bend over to shake the grass out so I could continue mowing. This happened ten too many times. The last time I did this I failed to realize that the blade doesn't actually stop moving until you give it enough time to stop spinning. It's not a light switch, DU-UH! I thought that there might be a clump of grass caught in there, so I stuck my hand just a little bit too far and-

Yes. I. Stuck. My. Hand. Into. A. Running. Lawn. Mower.

The blade hit my finger and broke it. I got three stitches and a tetnaus shot. Wanna hear something funny? My doctor's name was Dr. Crapster. NO JOKE. Dr. Crapster. HA!!

I think the best part of the whole ordeal was the vicodin Dr. Crapster prescribed me. I think he did it because I had a sarcastic sense of humor about the whole thing, and because I didn't comment about his name. How nice of him, huh?

I think the crappiest part of the whole thing is that I had to explain to all of the million people I deal with on a daily basis how I broke my finger. I'd usually start the conversation like this, "Well, I won the dumbass award and this is my trophy." And then hold up my splinted finger.

Thankfully, I still have a finger. It has just sucked big ones that I wasn't able to use it for three weeks. Tuesday, I took off the splint and started OT. I finally decided to try typing today, and it feels good. It's still swollen like a sausage and bruised, but I'm cool.

Happy Birthiversary! Part I

Since my finger is broken, and I can't get the picture out that I wanted to post first, I decided to post the birthday pictures first.

Four years ago today, on my 10th wedding anniversary, I was doing this:

Yes, that's Mimi and Trystan with Viviane Bassett at the foot of the bed watching while their little sister was being brought forth into the world. Trystan was my cheerleader. He even cut his sister's cord. (I have a picture of that, but there's a big boob in the picture that's kind of distracting)

...and Suzan, one of the best friends a girl could ask for!

I'll post the pictures and story of our beautiful wedding ceremony later when Mel can dig them out for me.

Artsy Fartsy...But Cool

Saturday afternoon we spent in Baltimore City at the American Visionary Art Museum. It was a wonderful experience for the whole family. All around the outside of the museum, there are beautiful mosaic tiles. Like this:

And the shimmery sparkly tree in front of the museum. What a beautiful sparkly creation!

The museum has tree buildings. There is the main exhibition building that has amazing artwork and sculptures by tremendously talented and creative people. Some of them almost moved me to tears. And some of them were so cute and clever, that we all were in awe. The amazing thing is that many of the artists started creating their artwork in elementary school. Like Dalton Ghetti, who started carving tiny sculptures out of his pencil lead when he was in third grade.

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The egg that fell out of that big nest This is a great place to take the whole family. There really is something here for everyone to enjoy

The Great Brazilian Self-Waxing Adventure

Ended today.

What I learned:

1. You can't be afraid of pain. Waxing in general is painful. If you can't wax your own mustache, don't. even. try. it!

2. Even if you are tough like me, you'll want to stop after a couple of rips.

3. Don't attempt to do this all on one day. I did it in phases. First phase was just the bikini line. Second was the top of the pubic bone and the perenieal area. Third was the rest.

4. You need at least three hands to do phase three. That's why I'm not completely clean. I couldn't hold the skin tight enough. (maybe having four vagi-births has something to do with this). Did I just share that?

5. It's very messy. The wax is sticky and you can't wash it off with water. You must use oil to dissolve it. At least the oil moisturizes your skin.

6. I won't do it myself again because it took a lot of time, was messy, and unfinished.

7. I will, however, go to a professional to get it done. If I can do 85% of it on myself, I could certainly have a professional (compete stranger) do the whole job.

Who's next?

testing, testing...1... 2...RIIIIIP!!!

So, I did a test area this morning on one side, just the 'bikini' line. The verdict - Not too bad. It burned right afterward, but it stopped hurting almost immediately. Honestly, when I get my eyebrows waxed, it hurts more. Also, when I cleaned up with the tweezers, it felt like nothing. Maybe because I was numb, maybe because the hairs were already 'loosened'.

I am fighting the urge to go back into the bathroom and finish. I can't do it now. I don't have the time, and Vivian is getting restless. (No, she wasn't in the bathroom with me)

I'll post pictures of the finished product tomorrow morning.


Ha Ha Ha, just checking to see if you were paying attention!

three words

SELF BRAZILIAN WAX

Brave or stupid? Discuss.

TMI? Maybe

Fly Like an Eagle - or - How Trystan Spent His 11th Birthday

At the jobsite with the Future Eagle Scout. We are constructing a paved walkway at his old middle school.Leveling the ground, in the drizzly rain and mud. We all worked so hard and got so dirty. I was so proud of Marshall for organizing and executing this huge project. Four hours later, it's finished. This was the short path. It was only about 60 feet long. Two days later, we completed another path that was 90 feet long. We used over 200 paving stones.Surprisingly enough, we didn't cuss each other out during the whole project. It might have been due to the fact that there were children and missionaries all around us, but I'd like to believe it was because of our love and devotion for each other. (Ha Ha Ha)

I guess I lied

It all started with the cinnamon rolls. Ariella knows about them. They were so fantastic and gooey and bready and sweet. Those used to be my three favorite food groups, you know? I pretty much didn't eat anything unless it fit into one of those categories. I'm sorry, Jamie. Then I got super busy working at the gym, and I stopped eating crap. And there went the sweet tooth.

Until this week. I think it's officially back!

This is Trystan's birthday cake! It's sooo fabulous! I mean, really. AWESOME! You all have eaten my creations. You know what I'm capable of. I've outdone myself this time. Seriously.


It's a devil's food chocolate cake, with my signature white chocolate buttercream frosting with chopped double stuff oreos mixed in. The white chocolate is sandwiched between two layers of chocolate cake. Did I mention that the filling tastes like the yummy delicious filling of an actual oreo? It's the combination of white chocolate buttercreamy-love and the double stuffing of the oreos. I'm a genius! (yeah, really!) Did I also mention that the filling is as high as the cake? Then it's topped with my (other) signature dark chocolate buttercream, and garnished with oreo crumbles. You have to eat a small piece. It's that rich. It took all afternoon to make, but that's ok. I like doing crazy stuff like that. Oh yeah, and I made a few cupcakes with the leftover cake batter and frosting. I couldn't let it go to waste.

One more thing: Today was Trystan's 11th birthday. I'll post more about that maybe tomorrow. We had a great day. The End.

False alarm

Yeah, it didn't last. Thank goodness. Pictures to follow.

Tomorrow

Mourning the loss of a longtime dear friend

Sugar.

I am sad to say that I think I have lost my sweet tooth. Any of you who know me know how much I love sweets. Hell, you don't really have to know me that well to figure it out. The title of this blog implies a love for cookies at the very least.

But for the past few weeks, I have had no desire to eat sweets. No chocolate, no cookies, no pies, no ice cream, no cake, no nothing. I have eaten these things, though very sporadically. And I have eaten them only because I know I 'like' them. But I got no pleasure from eating the sweets. I was left with a funny taste in my mouth. A sweet taste that made me cringe. Even a sick feeling in my stomach.

I admit, I am confused about the change. It's not something I have set out to do. I am not intentionally eating fruit, it's just what I want. Instead of candy. Instead of cookies. Very confusing.

Unfortunately, I think this marks the end of an era. An era of baking and snacking that has defined who I am. I don't even bake anymore. My kids bake treats and they get to eat them, ALL OF THEM. No more hoarding the cookies for myself. No more eating cookies in my room while drinking DC.

It's sad. I've lost touch with a dear friend. Maybe we'll reunite soon. I hope so. Otherwise, I'll have to change the name of this blog.

Sit and Spin!

Have you ever done it? I think it's my new addiciton! Do you want to try? I'll be at the gym next Friday at 0545 if you want to join me. It's free if you are my guest. Come on!! It'll be fun!!

We've only lived here since April

Here is the street view of the house

Our parking lot!! Yes, parking lot.

The prized, thrice transplanted, and thrice divided hydrangea bush. I love hydrangeas!

My favorite spot in the whole house is outside on the deck.
Yes, I know it's blurry, but you read right. BACK ACRE!

Yes, it's a nature trail. It's not very long (400 feet), but it goes around Minnick Mountain to the back acre. The back acre AKA: Minnick family bonfire and campground.

I'm not taking pictures of the inside of my house. It's a house. There isn't really anything fancy about it. We have beautiful hardwood floors. That's about it. The furniture is the same, so if you have ever been to my house before, you've seen it already.

We had a bonfire a couple of weeks ago, and it was too dark for any of the pictures to come out. I'll take pictures at the next one. We are having a famly campout sometime in late August-mid September. You are all invited. Send me an email if you want to get the evite.

That's all. See you next month!

I finally did it...

...and I liked it.

I'm sorry, Brandi, Crystal, Harmony, and any of you other girls who hate twilight. I tried to hate it. Yes, it was a bit angsty, but so is my life. I do have a teenager, you know. Also, I thought Eddie was pretty sexy. I wanted him to bite me.

I don't get the funny part. What was funny about it? Please enlighten me.

One of these days, you bi***es will get a real post from me. And there will be pictures of my house in them. Maybe.

random pictures of the past week

Isabel and Mimi all dressed up in sheets. Patricia made togas for them to wear. It kinda made me wish there was a party to go to so she could make me one.

She is usually very cute. I promise.
This is what Trystan does to Sasha, our cat. He makes me feel this way too.

Leave a ten year old boy alone with a camera, and you get about a hundred pictures of him making faces like this one. You also get lots of pictures of the animals, siblings, and random household objects. Like this:

I made waffles with blueberry sauce and ice cream for Mel's father's day breakfast. Do you remember last year's blueberry picking adventure? I learned my lesson. This year, Mel and I went blueberry picking on opening day and got close to 20 pounds of berries. UMMMMMMMM they are so delicious!

This one is for all of you who are still curious about our animal situation. It's a lizard. And it lives under the floor/in the wall of our house. That's the front door. It's about 25 feet from my bed. That's a generous estimation. Oh, did I mention that there have been mouse sightings at this exact location?

why the monkey wrapped his tail around the flagpole AKA: why i haven't been blogging

1. i'm too busy
2. i don't want to fight the kids for the computer
3. i can't think of anything new to tell you
4. the things i could blog about will get me in trouble
5. i can't do anything around my house without my kids talking to me and bothering me
6. i'm too tired by the time the kids are in bed and quiet
7. i can't concentrate
8. i'm working
9. i have laundry to do
10. i have to do the dishes

i'm not depressed. i'm actually feeling great.

my job is awesome! if you want to take a look around the new gym, just stop by. if you are the least bit interested in joining, ask for Amanda and tell her i sent you (really, she'll hook you up). she has signed up a couple of my friends already. if you sign up and want training, tell them i sent you (another hook up).

the house is coming along. i am not going to post pictures. you can come see it for yourself. call me. my old (301) phone number will give you the new one. or, you can leave a message on it and i'll call you back.

that's all for now. maybe more tomorrow. maybe not for another month. who can say?

Top Ten Reasons Marianne Hasn't Been Blogging

Today's post brought to you by guest blogger, Brenda

I don't know where she is or what she's doing, but here are a few guesses:


10. Too much time at the gym strained her fingers and she can't type.

9. She got Lyme disease from her tick infested new house and died.

8. She's in bed recovering from a Brazillian butt lift.

7. She's out shopping for mom jeans.

6. She's been playing Guitar Hero for 6 days straight.

5. She's busy cooking creative, healthful, balanced meals for her family while the rest of us just feed ours ramen.

4. She's too busy with her new friends in her new ward to bother updating the old ones. I guess she missed out on learning that old Girl Scout classic:

Make new friends but keep the old
One is silver and the other gold.

We're gold, Marianne. We're gold. Just remember that.

3. Too much connubial bliss.

2. My hotness scorched her retinas and now she's blind. Sorry.

1. She's sleeping. Shhhhhhh...

What I've been up to...

• Started working at a brand new gym. As a trainer. AWESOMENESS!!!!


• Moved into a different house at the same time. SUCKSBIGTIME!!!!


• Working early morning hours three days per week + unpacking and moving = passing out at 9 pm. SNORE!!!!


• Hard water that turned whites dingy, rusty, brown. Showers that smell like pennies dropping from the sky. Spiders in every corner. Ticks. Ticks. Ticks. WHAT THE HELL WERE WE THINKING!!???!?!?


• Water finally fixed. Spiders are hiding. Got the insecticide. PROCRASTINATION!


• Escaped to the mountains of West Virginia with husband for romantic weekend getaway and go to sleep by 9 pm both nights. STILL ROCKED IT!!
  


• Almost meltdown, held it together (loosely), organized kitchen (sorta), had great night at work (thanks, Maggie), slept in 'till 6:30 the next morning. AAAAAAHHHHHH! THE WEEKEND.!!
  

Mel is pretty awesome!!

For those of you who didn't already know, I just thought I'd tell you that he's a pretty awesome husband.

A couple of weeks ago, in anticipation of Mother's day and our recent move, he made 'secret' arrangements with my brother and a good friend of the family (Carol) to take me away this weekend. We are going to Carol's wonderful cottage in West Virginia called 'Dream Time'. My brother is staying with the kids, and my mother also came up for the weekend to see the house and to help out. I don't know how to get there, I don't know what we are going to do, I don't know what we are going to eat, I haven't been involved in any way. All I have to do is show up. I love that!! I know it will be great.

I can't wait until tomorrow morning!

Is it wrong...

that I don't want to go to church in my new ward today? I have to be all smiley and nice to people I don't know and pretend that my life is great, and that I am not totally stressed out over moving. I miss Ft. Meade already. You people know me. I can be real (well, almost) with you people. If my day (or week) is sucking, I can just come out and say it. I think you girls expect that kind of honesty from me.

I thought that I didn't really care about moving away, until I realized that I might not be kept in the loop about all the lunches and playdates and book clubs (that I never go to) and all that stuff. So, keep me in mind. I'm still close.

Don't worry, I won't like them as much as I liked you all. I've already made up my mind.