June 3, 2013

Cabernet makes everything all better.


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I’ve been absent for a month.  Let's get to the point of this post because no one needs to hear me rant like everyone else in the blog world about how they've lost their bloggy-blog mojo, how they feel so uninspired, etc.  We don't need another post like that.  What we need is humor.  And love.  And a good pair of heels.  And chocolate.  And a good, oak Cabernet.  Because Cabernet makes everything better.  Except, when you chase the Cabernet with a vodka.  Then you're just staring down the toilet pipes and staring death in the face.



Here’s what I have NOT been doing:

1.     Watching TV.

2.     Eating bread (pizza crust does not count).  For some reason I gave up bread during Lent and I’ve just let that habit continue on.  I’ve also given the boot to white rice and potatoes.  But (and that’s a big ass BUTT… Chantilly cake from Whole Foods remains an important and necessary dessert every so often Thank you Leila).

3.     Getting a tan in preparation for my departure to the archipelago of Hawaii.

4.     Getting into bathing suit-ready shape in preparation for seven glorious days of beach bumming around.



Here’s what I HAVE been doing:

1.     Working my arse off.  Unfortunately this has not yielded in a smaller posterior.  This is quite unfortunate for the two new bathing suits I was gifted for my 37th birthday.  Work is in the midst of a tornado (bad joke?) of fury. But, I’d rather be revved up with producing commercials than sitting around in the unemployment line. 

2.     Running.  I continue to run, though it has been sluggish since I am just coming off a running-induced injury at the end of April.

3.     Juicing.  I’m on the proverbial propaganda bandwagon.  I’m freakishly obsessed with my Breville juicer and can’t quite contain myself when those two times of day I prepare my fruits and veggies into a glorious slurpee of vegetative goodness.  There’s nothing more fascinating than watching kale and spinach get chopped up into micro-sized pieces and watching drops of juice spit out for consumption.  Drops people.  Drip.  Drip.   Drip....Drop. It’s called living life on the edge.

4.     I’ve spent more time with my special friend.  We’re still growing together as a couple, testing the waters, learning, laughing and in the blissful state of dating.   Our schedules often don’t align, but when they do, I consider myself one lucky soul for having him in my life and count my blessing each night.  Fist pumping the good Lord above for hooking this gal up. 



This time last year and the year prior I was blogging about bad first dates, disgusting creepers and the misfortune of online dating.  This year I don’t necessarily have those Carrie Bradshaw-esque stories to tell, but I will leave you with my most recent self portrait after a hard days work.  You’re welcome.  I don't really post personal pictures on here.  No reason behind it, but not into over-divulging you with my f-a-c-e left, right and center.




And if you need a boost of cuteness for the week, no one tires of looking at this cutie.


 White bonnets make the world a better place.  
So do cupcake pink pants.
 

8 comments:

  1. You sure have a gift for writing. :) I'm glad things are still going well with your guy. Very happy for you! I'm hoping God sends me one soon :)

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  2. She's a cutie! I need to give up bread too. I'm really grossed by my weight right now :( I want to go to the beach too!

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    1. Dee, I've seen your pics, you look GREAT. Stop the self-induced pressure! Embrace everything :) (I should take my own advice, huh?)

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  3. YAY - for special friends! YAY - for Hawaii!!!

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  4. Sounds like things are going well! :) Happy for you!

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  5. Yes, thank you so much!!! I waited a long time for him and learned that it was all part of God's plan for me.

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  6. It's great that you have been keeping busy. But even greater that you have a trip coming up. Makes the busy times worth it.

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