March Confessions (2016)

Hey All! Happy FriYAY!

I was running around like a crazy person trying to get ready for our trip to New York tonight and  trying to figure out what to post about today, when suddenly I realized it’s been quite some time since I’ve done a confessions post.  They’re so fun to write and hopefully fun to read! Feel free to leave some of your own March confessions in the comments! Here we go!

CONFESSION #1

I spent all day Wednesday reading blogs.  No, really, that’s all I did.  I didn’t work out, I didn’t do dishes, I didn’t do laundry.

I just sat in bed all day and read blogs. Then I tweeted links to said blogs.  No shame.

Reading blogs in bed

Note: It’s super hard to type over a cat.

Another Note: Ignore the mess please. I already told you: I didn’t clean. I just read blogs.

CONFESSION #2

I’ve changed our wedding colors at least 93 times.  (Mini confession: I exaggerate a lot.) I think we’ve finally settled on a color scheme though, and when I say we I really mean me because this is one thing Jeff just doesn’t care too much about. It could have something to do with the fact that he’s colorblind.  I really need to make a concrete decision by next weekend though because that’s when we’re going bridesmaid dress shopping…and mother of the bride dress shopping…and flower girl dress shopping. I have a feeling that the whole wedding party and the bridal shop will kill me if I don’t have it down by then.

Wedding Color Palette

Right now I’m completely OBSESSING over these blush pink wedding ideas, especially the flower girl dresses.  We have two flower girls, my niece Eloise and Jeff’s little cousin Elizabeth, and right now I’m picturing them in HUGE POOFY pink dresses, because, duh.  I’m really loving the burgundy/marsala/blush pink/gold/ivory combo right now—kind of like this and this.  You might have noticed my obsession with this combo in my blog header. Think I picked those colors for a reason? Winking smile

CONFESSION #3

I’m a binger.  A Netflix and Hulu binger, that is.


Before I say anymore, NO, I HAVE NOT WATCHED THIS SEASON OF HOUSE OF CARDS YET *covers ears and eyes and face* NO SPOILERS PLEASE! Jeff was busy volunteering for an actual presidential candidate, so we haven’t started it yet.  But can we talk for a second about how much I love and absolutely hate Fuller House?  I mean, seriously, I understand how I loved this corny show when I was five but singing and choreographed dancing and laugh tracks, REALLY?  I just finished watching the first season and as I hard as I tried to pull my eyes away, I just couldn’t. I think it’s that childhood nostalgia.  The acting is SO BAD but it’s the kind of bad that’s just SO GOOD, you know? Speaking of SoBadSoGood shows, another one I’m hate-watching right now is Happy Endings. I don’t think it’s on air anymore (and I definitely understand why), but I can’t stop watching it.  One show I’m absolutely IN LOVE WITH, however, is New Girl. I’m following this season on Hulu, which means I watch it the day after it airs, but I look forward to it every week.  It’s such a fun show. As for a show I’m totally going to drop everything for when it airs: GILMORE GIRLS: SEASONS. I’m just too excited for words. Lorelai and Rory are my heroes.  Also super excited for Game of Thrones!

CONFESSION #4

I’ve become HORRIBLE at motivating myself to work out at home.  This is completely baffling to me because I used to be so good about it, often doing workout DVDs at 6 in the morning. I’m awesome about making it to gym classes like spinning and yoga, but when it comes to forcing myself to do a home workout?  I procrastinate like it’s my job.

Workouts

I’ll wake up and say, I’ m just going to have some coffee first. 

Then, But now I need to have some breakfast.

Two hours later, I guess I could work out now, but I need to eat lunch.

Then, Let me just read a few blogs, watch five episodes of Fuller House and take a three-hour nap.

Finally, Time to work out! Oh, but dinner. Can’t exercise on an empty stomach.

Then, the out, It’s late, I’ll just get up tomorrow morning and do it.

Rinse and Repeat.  The second part of this confession is that I didn’t exercise Sunday through Wednesday because of this very cycle. Thursday morning though? I was up and at spin class before 10 a.m. This morning? Yoga at 11 a.m., no problem. This is frustrating, specifically because I just wrote a post about struggling with weight loss. I’m just getting in my own way, but I’m going to try to not beat myself up over it.  Any tips would be greatly appreciated!

CONFESSION #5

My bedtime is anywhere from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m. because I’m an old lady.  I am not the type of person who can stay up really late or pull all-nighters and be productive. I’d rather wake up at 4 a.m. and get things done than stay up until 4 a.m.  Almost ALL of my friends are the complete opposite, which makes me REALLY lame to hang out with on the weekends.  Jeff makes fun of me all the time.

On rare occasions I stay up past my bedtime and most of the time it results in total brain farts. Case in point, on Sunday night I stayed up SUPER late working on a blog post.  My Odd’s Cafe Giveaway ended at midnight and I wanted to pick a winner and schedule my post to go up a 6 a.m. on Monday. I finished it a little after 12 but then I had technical difficulties trying to post it and stayed up until 1:30 a.m. trying to fix it.  Finally I got it to work and went to bed happy that I’d figured it out and had a post scheduled. Well, I woke up at around 8 a.m. on Monday and guess what? No post! I had accidentally scheduled it for 6 a.m. on TUESDAY instead of 6 a.m. on Monday. ARGH.  So, yeah, late night blogging just isn’t for me.  I’ll stick to my 8 p.m. bedtime, thankyouverymuch.

CONFESSION #6

I’m the queen of packing at the last minute. Actually I’m the queen of doing pretty much everything at the last minute. It drives Jeff absolutely crazy.

Guests coming over?  I speed clean like a champ ten minutes before they get there.

Need to be somewhere at 10?  I get ready at 9:56 and am out the door by 9:57.

Packing for a trip to NY?  Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Go to sleep at 7 p.m. the night before we leave and then get up at 4 a.m. and run around in the dark like a crazy person throwing everything imaginable into my suitcase.

My packing strategy very closely mirrors that of Jenna Marbles.  Going away for a week?   Yes, Jeff,  I most definitely need to bring our whole closet. Sheesh.

What if it snows? Or rains? Or is too hot? Or we go to a show? Or to the gym? Or hiking? Or dancing? Or TO ALBANY ON MY BIRTHDAY (who said that?)

This video never gets old.

What are your March Confessions?

How do you motivate yourself to work out at home?

What shows do you binge watch?

Have a Wonderful Weekend! See ya ON MY BIRTHDAY Monday! <3

(P.S. Prepare yourself- Monday’s post is going to be A BEAST! Hey, it’s my birthday- I do what I want)

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Because Ice Cream for Breakfast is Allowed on the Weekends

So, this is Sunday morning so far:

Ice cream sandwiches

Don’t even try to tell me you don’t look at chai ginger ice cream sandwiches at 10:30 in the morning too.

I put a load of laundry in the washing machine two hours ago. I’m currently trying to figure out how to move it to the dryer from the couch.

Yesterday, Jeff and I decided to drive forever.

drive

The leaves have just started to change color here and it’s making me miss New York falls so much. Come on, Virginia, catch up!

country drive

Country drive 2

As much as I love and miss New York, I have to admit, Virginia is a beautiful state. We drove out to Luray, VA in the Shenandoah Valley and the whole drive was absolutely gorgeous. Just a few more weeks and I’m sure it will be nothing but bright reds and yellows.

After our drive, we headed to a bar to watch the Nationals game with a few friends.

Oktoberfest

This was one of my first Sam Adams OctoberFests of the season! I absolutely refuse to drink fall beer until fall actually starts.

When the game went into the 15th inning (yes, I said 15th inning)…

Nationals

…we decided to head over to our friends Jessica and Struan’s place to finish watching.

Luna pumpkin

Sadly, after 18 innings, the Nats lost. At least there was a puggle in a pumpkin shirt to cheer us up. Say that five times fast.

In other news, I watched 500 episodes of Boy Meets World the other day.

boy meets world

Followed by 500 episodes of Law & Order: SVU. Don’t judge.

I’ve gone to five doctor’s appointments in the past week. FIVE.

The first was a follow-up ultrasound. I plan to write a long-overdue update on what’s going on with that soon. 

All of the other appointments had to do with the mysterious injury that’s been plaguing me since March. My knee MRI came back normal and I finally decided to get a second opinion from another sports medicine doctor because the first one told me that if it isn’t my knee, then it’s absolutely rheumatoid arthritis and I thought that was completely ridiculous. The new doctor thinks it’s my back and ordered ANOTHER MRI, which I had at 8 on Friday night.

Sidenote: Who schedules MRIs at 8 p.m. on a Friday? Don’t these people know that I’m 95 and need to be in bed by 7 p.m., especially on Fridays.

So I have a follow-up with that doctor on Wednesday. He thinks I have a pinched nerve in my lower back and it’s causing sciatic nerve pain down my leg. That seems to make a lot more sense to me.

Meanwhile, I went to my foot and ankle doctor on Thursday just to make sure it’s not my shoes or orthotics messing me up.

foot doctor

As I sat waiting for the doctor, I snapped a picture of the artwork on the wall because it was just too ridiculous not to.

feet

I think I need one to hang over our mantel.

THIS doctor told me I have Achilles Tendonitis and gave me this ridiculous splint to wear on my foot while I sleep. It keeps my foot in an upright position, which makes it really difficult for the cat to sleep on my feet in the middle of the night. So maybe that’s a win? He told me that even if my back is causing my other leg pain, the tendonitis is not related at all, and prescribed me 500 more weeks of physical therapy.  Moral of the story: I’m going to be in physical therapy for the rest of my life.

And with that, I’m going to leave you with this picture of Aslan doing whatever the hell this is in our bathroom sink:

Aslan sink

The end.

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