Thursday, February 28, 2013

What Jersey Shore And Jillian Michaels Have In Common.

I just want to make one thing clear. I do not like the show Jersey Shore. I can honestly say I've probably watched less than 10 episodes, and I just didn't understand the fuss. But even though I don't watch it, it's still easy to pick up on the stuff they do. Like fist pump. Or wear the shirt under the shirt. Orrr GTL. Gym. Tan. Laundry.

Stop right there! I agree with them.GTL'ing is pretty much awesome. I mean, let's be honest, who doesn't feel awesome after tanning, working out, and putting on clean, fresh smelling clothes? Pshh, I know I do! I'm pretty sure it's practically impossible to not feel like a million bucks.

Know who else I don't like, but think they have amazing ideas? Jillian Michaels. I'm not her biggest fan on the show The Biggest Loser (I've also watched only a handful of that show too) but daaaamn, the results she gets? Amazing. Don't even get me started on the 30 day shred. Or for that matter No More Trouble Zones. Ok, ok, get me started. For about a year I was running. Every day. Counting calories too. Do you want to know the changes I saw in myself? Obviously my endurance was up, I was sleeping better, felt more energized, all that good jazz. But as for looking in the mirror and being like "girl, you fiiiine" I'd be more like "what the hell?". 

So I got the 30 Day Shred. I got the No More Trouble Zones. And I got kicked in the ass. You think your endurance is high? Ha. You ain't scared of a lil 18 minute workout? Ha. I worked out 4 days a week, some weeks 5 if I was super motivated. Rotating days between the 30 day shred and No More Trouble Zones. I lost two sizes in about 2 months. It was ridiculous. I lost 20 pounds like a piece of cake. (Haha, that's funny, I didn't even mean to use the word cake while talking about losing weight, but I think I'll keep it there). I vote you do it. Bikini season is almost upon us again. And I have some cute bikinis in my dresser drawer just dying to get out!

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

How I Talk.

 So I have this new friend, and he's from down south. We're talking the dirty south. We have been talking a lot about accents. Tell me, are these words said the same to you?

  1. Don Vs. Dawn
  2. Cot Vs. Caught
  3. Mary Vs. Merry Vs. Marry
  4. Pin Vs. Pen
  5. Beg Vs. Bag
  6. Ant Vs. Aunt
1. Yes, I think Don and Dawn are said the same. My Dad tells me that growing up in Iowa I am missing a vowel sound. I have no idea what he means. He says these names are said differently. "Don. Dawn. Hear the difference?" Um, no, actually I don't. He can sit there and say them "differently" all day long, and yet I don't hear the difference.

2.  Ditto to #1. I say them the exact same. My dad? No. He says he says them different. I still don't get it.

3. Yep, still all the same.

4. Um, no. These actually sound very different. Although my new southern friend would disagree. Pin rhymes with in. Pen sounds like en from end.

5. This one is a tough one. I say them the same. I say "beg" for both. However, I'm in the minority. I know this because people make fun of me for it a lot. It's bag. Yes, I know. I can hear the difference. But do I say it "beg" and "bag"? No. No I do not.

6. This one is kinda tricky too. Dad used to always say "an ant is something you stomp on with your shoe" when I'd say "ANT Karen".  It is aUnt. I hear the difference. I was raised with one parent always saying "aunt" and one always saying "ant". I got so sick of my dad lecturing that now I just have my own blend. I say "I have an AUNT Karen." But I won't say "she's my AUNT". I only use the word AUNT if it come right before a name. Otherwise, it's the word ant.


I also get made fun of for how I say the words egg and Meg. I say them with the actual letter "A" in them. A-Guh. MAY-Guh. Apparently that's wrong? It's MEHg and EHg. You get what I'm trying to say here?

What about that meal at the end of the day? I call it supper. I personally don't use the word dinner. When other people use the word dinner, I assume it means what I call lunch. The meal at noon. So the other day, when Nathan's parents invited us over for dinner...I didn't understand why we weren't going over until the afternoon. I thought they wanted us to join them for lunch. Not supper. Nathan and his family call the meal at the end of the day dinner.

So I eat breakfast, then lunch/dinner, then supper
Nathan eats breakfast, then lunch, then dinner. He just makes fun of people who use the "hillbilly supper word".

Really, please tell me your thoughts on this.

Summer Lovin'

I miss summer! Especially on days like today where I just want to curl up with a hot cup of tea and watch movies. Here's all the things I want to do this summer.
  • Go Camping
  • Go Swimming
  • Ride My Bike With Nathan
  • Go Mini-Golfing. Just Once.
  • Go To An Amusement Park And/Or Water Park
  • Swim. As Much As Possible
  • Go Fishing
  • Walk Around The Lakes
  • Bonfires
  • Fall Asleep In The Bed Of Nathan's Truck While Looking At The Stars
  • Roadtrip
  • Finally Move In With Nathan (July...Here We Come!!)
  • Go To Outdoor Concerts
  • Get A Nice Golden Bronze
  • Drink Booze Out Of a Hallowed Out Watermelon
  • Highlight My Blonde Hair Blonder Than It's Been In A LONG Time 
  • Sleep With My Windows Open
  • Get A Dog (I doubt this one will happen, but a girl can dream)
Seriously, Summer, where the heck are you? I miss you, please come back!!

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Oven Fire.

Nathan caught my oven on fire today.
I did not catch the oven on fire today.
I did however shut the oven and think it would put itself out.
Apparently that's not how you fix an oven fire?
Nathan threw flour on it.
Apparently that's how you put an oven fire out.

Actually, I just googled it, we both were right.

What started the fire was a little "pourover" from an earlier attempt at baking.
It's Nathan's fault though because he turned on the oven.
Well, he asked me to preheat the oven.
So I turned on the oven.
For my pizza.
But he did the actual putting the pizza in the oven.
And he did the actual noticing of the fire.
So, that means he started the fire, right? Not me?
No. No, that's not right, is it?
Shit, I started another oven fire.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Rambling.

There's this ice cream parlor near my apartment that has tons of flavors. Probably about 20. Fun ones, like green apple, brownie batter, and lemon raspberry. The flavors get changed out every so often so new ones can come in. And yet there's this one flavor that never gets taken out. And every week I get that same flavor. Every week. You'd think with all those flavors, and new one always getting rotated in I'd branch out. But nope, I am a creature of habit. I know you are dying to know what this amaaaazing flavor is. Well, it is  Red Velvet. I guess I'm not entirely sure what makes red velvet so much better than any of the other flavors, but it is. Well, probably. I can't actually say for sure because I haven't actually tried many of the others. But then wouldn't you know it, I even found Red Velvet poptarts? Yeup. I had to buy them. I can't be the only one obsessed with red velvet.

Do you ever get really excited for something, and your anticipation gets all built up, and then you go and are let down? Well, Nathan and I went and saw the movie Identity Thief. I was so excited to see it! The previews made it look so hilarious! I had been wanting to see it way before it was even released to theatres. Then we went and saw it on Friday, and  I think I really only laughed like once during the whole movie. I was a little disappointed! I really wanted to have a movie that rivaled Pitch Perfect!  Nathan on the other hand really liked it. He also liked Ted though, and well, I was far from liking that one. So maybe it was like prom. You know, like you expect sooo much from it, and then once it's over you realize the best part was the actual getting ready for it?

My little sister had her 21st birthday last week. Um, what? She can legally buy booze? Damn. How did that happen?  That makes me feel old. That means I've been legally buying booze for four years. Wow. I am old. Gross. Good thing I've been using anti wrinkle cream. I better still be lookin' young when my sister is this age!

Lately I've been wanting to get a manicure. So bad. I think I've only had two in my whole life. Once with my friends Cory and Erika in high school, and once for my senior prom. This time I'd want shellac. In a coral-y color. Or maybe mint. Or a cool ombre effect. Ok, I don't actually know what I'd choose, let's be honest. But I've been told shellac is bad for your real nail, which is exactly what I don't need considering my real nails are weak and peeling. Seriously, I can peel the top layer off of my nail. What does that even mean? I don't know, but my aunt tells me I need to eat more jello to fix it. Anyway, back to shellac, it sure would be nice to have pretty painted nails for two weeks without having to worry about it.

Last weekend Nathan and I went out Friday night. We went dancing and he even found $60 dollars! Just laying in the middle of the floor, where nobody was around. It was like it was a present waiting there for us. But we better have had good luck at that bar, because when we were walking in, we saw a bunch of police and an ambulance.  We didn't really think much of it, because we were too busy celebrating our anniversary. (My bartender friend even gave us 4 free shots!) Back to all the action, so the next day we woke up to a text from one of Nate's friends who is an EMT. He wrote  "You should probably pick somewhere safer to go from now on, you know,  like somewhere you two won't get stabbed." Ohhh, so that's what was going on. Awesome. I know, I know, happenings like that in a city aren't really uncommon. But I'm a small town girl where stuff like that makes front page new and is the town gossip for the next two years.

Last Saturday, we went shopping. The thing about us though is that neither of us have any patience. Pretty much none. It's a toss up as to who has less of it.  It was a busy day for the city, as there was an event going on bringing lots of extra people in. So when we were shopping, and we found something we wanted to buy and went to the line...nope. Not happening. That line was ridiculously long. Like, wal-mart long. So we put our stuff down and instead we went out to a mexican restaurant, and had free lunch. Why free? Well, duh, Nathan found $60 dollars the night before!

That night we met up with Nathans friends, another couple. I love going out with that couple because they are just hilarious together. I need more girlfriends in this city. I'm hoping to make her one of them! I'm sure I'd have plenty of hilarious stories on here if I hung out with her more often. I did invite her to get manicures with me! So that's something.

This weekend, was the opposite of last weekend. Last weekend Nathan and I did pretty much everything, and were busy all weekend long. This weekend we did nothing. Literally nothing except see that movie and on Saturday we went and had lunch with my friend who moved away to Kentucky. (This is the same girl who got us a speeding ticket on a road trip, the same girl who was teaching me to cook, the same girl and lead me into the men's bathroom at a gay bar, and the same girl who I went baby supply shopping with) I was so glad to see her, I've missed her so much! I had almost forgotten how hilarious she was! She had a baby girl a few months ago so I got to play and hold her lil girl. I may be biased as she is my friend and all, but her little girl is absolutely adorable!

 But other than those two things, we did nothing. We slept, a lot. An embarrassing amount.  Have you ever noticed that sleeping all day makes you more tired? Because now it's Sunday and I'm just exhausted. From what!! NOTHING!



This was probably the most poorly written, disorganized blog entry I've ever written. My bad.

Disco Flowers.

For our one year anniversary Nathan, took Sunday off. I thought that was just the sweetest thing since that was our actual one year. All in all it was a normal Sunday for us. We slept in, did some house shopping, got some ice cream, the usual. Then, that night we went out to eat where we had our first "real" date, and wouldn't you know it they even put us at the same table! We even ordered the same appetizer. It was pretty 'awww, that's the cutest thing ever'.

Monday I came home from work and was greeted by Nathan with a bouquet of flowers. He told me this big long story on how he had a nice fancy bouquet picked out, and then he saw the one he got me. He literally "had picked out a $40 bouquet, and put it back for a $9.99 bouquet because he knew I'd like it more".

He was right! I did love those flowers! I'm a little obsessed with bright colors. He even told me he picked out the bundle that had the least amount of blue. Aw, seriously. He made me want to cry.


Thursday, February 14, 2013

What Is Love?

Happy Valentines Day! <3
Nathan and I didn't do anything big for Valentines day. It was our first one together though. Our last first-holiday together. I say that because Nathan and I have been together just shy of a year. Can you believe that?! I can't.  Anyway, so we didn't do much mainly because neither of us are big fans of the holiday, and also because I think Sunday should be a bigger deal. Sunday is our official one year. So for Valentines day we just grabbed supper when I got off work and before he left for work. Then we came home and watched youtube videos of different exhausts for his new truck. It was pretty romantic. Probably the best Valentines Day I ever had. That's the truth, I can be doing something as silly as that with him and still love it. I should point out that he made me a card. It was the sweetest thing and I absolutely loved it! He even drew a picture of him and I holding hands on the front. "Card Ella" even got flowers for the special day. Aw.