Crossfit

Eight months ago, my husband joined a cult.  It's kind of a like a higher power jumped into his soul, and that Godly-like figure was called, Crossfit.  I like to make fun of him when he meets another Crossfit member, because all they talk about are AMPRAP's, WOD's, Rx's, and Tabatas.  And I would be completely lying if I didn't tell you I just Googled, "Crossfit lingo" because I really don't know what any of that means.

With much verbal abuse and apparent coercive behavior from the trainer, through my husband, I started Crossfit yesterday.

I might not be able to straighten my arms today, and I'm sure, after the 210 squats & 210 situps that I completed this morning, tomorrow I won't be able to merely stand up from my office chair to pick up my documents from the printer.

But that's okay.  I need a change, because after 4 months, Bootcamp is getting a little old.  So if all is true, I should see a six pack sometime this year, and eventually be able to do a real pullup, a boy pushup, run a marathon on my hands, and lift boulders with my pinky.  I'm certainly skeptical, but in the least I will be able to experience the same workouts as my husband, instead of passively, argumentatively discussing whose workout was "better" at the end of the day.  Cause in all seriousness, I think my husband thinks I'm a ninny.  

As much fun as it isn't talking about my new workout routine, I've got to go back to eating my hard-boiled egg whites. 

10 Things Never to Say to a Working Mom

I've shared my struggles about being a working Mom.
I thought this article was interesting, especially considering where I'm from.
Sometimes I feel like I'm being chastised for not being a homemaker.

10 Things Never to Say to a Working Mom

1. It must be hard missing all those special moments every day.

2. I suppose it's smart that you're working. You know, in case your husband leaves you some day.

3. I'm surprised you went back to work. Your husband seems so successful.

4. It's cute when they call your nanny "Mama."

5. I just love my kids too much to leave them during the day.

6. Did you see Dateline? The one with the hidden camera in the day care?

7. I could never let someone else raise my children. But that's just me!

8. I hated my mom because she was never home after school like everyone else's mom.

9. You must feel so guilty.

10. I wish I were as laid-back as you and could just let the housework go.


Yes, there are times when nothing sounds better than staying home with my baby girl.  Lots of times.  But I've come to terms with the lifestyle I am living, because it is what is best for my family.  I love my job.  I will always work.  I am proud of who I am professionally and am working on expounding that.  I am also quite impressed with myself for how I've been able to keep up at home at the same time.

Unfortunately I can't live in both worlds, but I wish I could receive a little more respect for the lifestyle I've chosen.

Loot

You're gonna die when you see what I ordered yesterday.
My purchase included a $15 Mink Pink maxi dress (regularly $120), a $10 Harajuku Lovers long sleeve T,
and some $15 DVS shoes for the hubs.  That's just a glimpse!  I may have also scored some $2 deals.
Unbelievable!  Can't wait to show you.

I'm still taking clients.  Message me if you're interested, or want to buy some loot.

I'm thinking about trying something new

After multiple requests, this is my first step in POSSIBLY becoming your own, personal, wardrobe specialist.

I love when people compliment my attire, and proceed to tell me how much they hate to shop. 
It immediately makes me excited because I feel like I can help someone with something I love to do.
Shop.
Particularly shopping for clothes.
Better yet, getting discounted, high-quality, merchandise.

This morning I found $58 Rock & Republic jeans that are regularly priced at $239. That is 76% off. If you have never heard of Rock & Republic, then, “Hi”. I’m Nicole Pettingill, and I’d like to introduce you to a whole new world. If you think $58 is still too expensive for a pair of jeans, then I am even more interested in meeting you.

If you WANT new clothes, NEED new clothes, but are discouraged to buy clothes, I want to help you.
If you don’t know what you want, what looks good, or what fits right, I want to help you!

I’m not a fashion expert, but I am an expert at getting great deals for great things.
If you never want to see my face, but want my finds, then, “Holla”! I’m here for you, too.

I’d really like to pass my finds onto you, but only if you’re legitimately interested.
Please don’t be timid. Shopping can be fun!

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I Guess I Wanted to be a Slut?

The first time I saw someone wearing a thong, outside of a music video, I was at a gas station near the university with my Mother.  I was maybe 11??
This girl was really cute, someone who I thought I'd be like when I was her age. 
She was also driving a Mitsubishi Eclipse, which happened to be my dream car.
Then I pictured it.
When I was old enough, I was going to have a matching thong for every outfit. 
So when my thong was flashed, my outfit would coordinate.
Really, I can't even believe I ever thought that.  But I did.

My underwear drawer is so far from what I once that it'd be like.  Thank God.
One of my favorite simple pleasures in life is getting a new pair of nude, seamless panties.
All my panties are nude.  They're perfect for everything.
Simple tip for those unaware:  Nude panties are the only thing that doesn't show through white pants.

The coolest part about this conversation about my undergarments is that my husband now uses the description "nude" for anything that is skin color.
He's bomb.

There's an Oprah episode about how your undergarments are the most important part of your outfit.
They're right.
Classy people wear big-girl panties that are non-neon and avoid making your butt look lumpy.

The quick, Internet version:
http://www.oprah.com/style/The-O-Panty-Intervention

Sometimes thongs are necessary, I get that.
I just really don't get the crazy, colored, non-flattering, panty flashing business.

Ironic

Isn't it ironic how people post motivational workout quotes, with sexy ladies in the background, on Pinterest - then turn around and post a recipe for caramel apple cheesecake dip, 10-layer brownies, or crock pot mac'n cheese??

Yes they all sound good, but what's the point of pinning junk when you also pin of Marisa Miller?

No I'm not perfect.  I ate fettuccine alfredo last weekend.  I just think this Pinterest stuff is interesting, and gives you insight on people.

Unfortunately, I think the only way I will get free Starbucks everyday is to actually work at Starbucks. I crave it.  My skinny chai latte I got during lunch is certainly a treat.  My lipstick smudges can vouch; it looks like I made out with my cup.
Don't count me out, Starbucks.  I intend on moving to Seattle to work at your corporate office.  Someday.  Or maybe I could tour the place, while eating chocolate covered espresso beans, if things don't pan out for us.

Beaujolais is an excellent red wine.  Santa Margherita is an excellent pinot grigio.

Today I was one of those "naked people" in the gym locker room.  Kind of.  I still covered up, but oddly felt comfortable being completely nude next to other women as I got dressed.  Until the older and abnormally confident lady walked in with her fake breasts.  Then I ran and hid.  Kidding!!! Hopefully someday my flaps will be less flappy, and then I will flaunt and make younger girls feel inferior.  Kidding again!!! Oh the joys of the Sport's Academy lady's locker room. 

Speaking of gym, I'm 5 outta 5 for the week.  I'm really working on my running.  I can run a mile!!

I cooked dinner 4/5.  That's a record.  And it was good shit!

Shopping Abstinence

I'm celibate from shopping until the end of the year.
Trying to save money.
Trying to be more efficient with what I've got.

This may take a hindrance from this blog, but it's something that needs to be done.
I think I have a shopping addiction.

But my mind still runs wild!  Please pray for me.