Thursday, October 09, 2014
Things are starting to get REAL over here, y'all!
Came home today to find that our custom wedding bands that we ordered off of Etsy arrived!
They came in these adorable little handmade boxes!
Sorry...that's all you get.
Oh, come on! Do you really think I'm going to let the entire filthy, creepy internet population look inside my box? *snickers* I think not. (Side note, though...if you really care enough and wanna see the rings...I'll send you a pic via SparkMail!)
Tomorrow, I go to pick up my RED wedding dress and silver shoes at the dress shop. The dress was out for 4 weeks being altered and I'm hoping it actually looks good this time when I try it on. The last time I went...I almost cried because it looked NOTHING like the one I'd tried on off the rack. Same style, different color. I almost had a minor panic attack...but then the most lovely man swept into my dressing room, grabbed all the fabric around my boobs and pulled it TIGHT at the shoulder and pinned it. Then he spent several minutes painstakenly pinning the hem, which was way too long. I was AMAZED. Just those two tiny changes made such a huge difference!!! I am a believer in dress alterations now, people! I used to think they were a rip-off...just the dress shop looking to take more money. Oh no no no. They make ALL the difference!
Which reminds me...back when my Groom and I first got together, I created a "Love" board on Pinterest and he came across this pin:
He said to me, "I saw that pin about the tailored suit. I am going to lose a bunch of weight and I am going to have a much better body and I'm going to marry you. And, when that day comes...I will have a tailored suit." He's amazing. Now, almost two full years later...he has lost something like 50 lbs. You guys, I never really thought he was even overweight! But he looks wonderful and he's in perfect health now! And, by god, he's gonna get that tailored suit so he can watch me squirm at the altar! Rawr!
77 days...but, you know, who's counting??? Lol.
Friday, October 03, 2014
Apparently, I *am* a glutton for punishment, but not in the really fun and kinky way. Sorry to disappoint you.
I guess I've more or less come to terms with the fact that I'm going to be getting married in December at this current weight and I'm going to look like I do right now (sigh)...except with fancy hair, custom jewelry and professional make-up. (SIDE NOTE: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG - MY WEDDING IS IN 12 WEEKS YOU GUYS!!!! OMG!!!!)
Ahem, anyway. I have decided it's time for me to get off my lazy ass and resume my love/hate affair with running. Here's the thing: I actually hate the running part. Because it's painful and difficult and it sucks and every second feels like an eternity, like it's never going to end.
But I love it because then it DOES end...when you least expect it (aye, when you are FINALLY starting to settle in and get used to it, it's over). And then....wait for it...the endorphins flood the body and IT'S AMAAAAAAAAAAAAZING!!!!!!!! I've said it before...it's better than an orgasm...only because it LASTS ALL DAY! (But don't worry, sweetheart...my little hobby could never replace canoodling with you! Haha.)
So I've been checking out races to get a general schedule in my brain....cuz there's all sorts of prep required...like running a lot. I decided to lazily sidle my way back into this and make my first race the Bloomington Bagel Company Turkey Trots 5k on Thanksgiving Day. Not only is this race in my hometown, but it's FREE. And it's run by one of the most inspiring ladies I've had the pleasure to know....Ms. Suzanne Aquila, who is an Ironman athlete (and, incidentally, about to kick some major ass at Ironman World Championships in Kona, Hawaii for something like the 6th or 7th time just ONE WEEK FROM NOW!!!!)
Lest you envision a grand return to the sport for me...let me assure you, it will be no such thing. It is 8 weeks away, people. Lol. This is what I expect from this race...my two year old worn out running shoes (which I've been walking in for two years - BIG NO NO) and probably about 2.5 miles of walking and .6 miles of running. But, hey...I'm still going to feel like they are playing "We Are The Champions" the moment I cross that finish line. LOL.
Break for WEDDING in December....then 7 Day Eastern Caribbean Honeymoon Cruise (not-so-humble brag) in late January. Seriously..do you think I'm going to be in training mode on a cruise ship??? Um, NO.
Upon my return to real life, I will actually start getting back into shape (first with walking, then gradually returning to running). The YMCA will be my best friend. All so I can prepare for the following races in the Spring/Summer/Fall of 2015:
March 14th - Pi(e) Run Bloomington
This one is actually 3.14 miles on 3/14. Their motto is "go with us the extra 0.04 miles!" AND YOU GET PIE AT THE END!!!!
March 28th - IU Habitat for Humanity 5k
April 11th - American Red Cross Superhero 5k
May 16th - Color Run Indianapolis
We will hopefully (assuming we win like $1,000,000 in the lottery to pay for all the registrations) be running this one as a family of 7. My kids have been begging to do a Color Run with me for two years. I might have to sell my body for money to afford it...but, doggone it...my precious cherubs need to have this experience!!!!
September 5th - Bloomingfoods 5k Breakaway
This is on a Kid Weekend and I will either force my children to do this with me...or make the hubs wait at the Finish Line...with five rambunctious, bored, no doubt HUNGRY kids. On second thought, I'm sensing a disturbance in the Force...I'm getting the vibe that he will probably wanna make this a family race too! Haha.
September 26th - Fort4Fitness 10k
The Grand Finale and my FAVORITE race of all time. It only makes sense that, for the last race of the season, I would double my efforts and complete 6.2 miles.
Why 5k? Why not half marathon? Well, if you've ever READ my blogs (back in my heyday when I was a veritable Spark celeb), you will know that fatass Leah is prone to injuries. And if I train too hard, too fast...I get injured. And I'm just tired of being heartbroken because I've planned on running races but I am not able to because I overtrained and hurt myself before the races actually take place.
So I'm going REALLY slowly this time. And, in the end, what does it matter? If I finish the above races, do you know that that will mean? That will mean I raced exactly 24.84 more miles than I did last year. And ran a HECK of a lot more than that in training.
That...that might make some sort of difference in this here body. Eyes on the prize, y'all. I predict a much slimmer body for my uber-romantic One Year Anniversary Trip. Gotta have goals, eh?
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Saturday Night. Heaven.
Some weekends, we explore the entire city and sip wine and watch live music and stay out late. Then, other weekends, we sleep the day away and drink coffee at home and have silent reading time. Both types of weekend are the best. Because we love each other so much, it doesn't matter WHAT we do. Because whatever we do...it always involves a lot of holding and laughing and kissing and smiling.
We have both come from misery to joy, from settling for less than we deserve to truly living with the passion and love that we never knew actually existed.
He treats me like a queen...loves on me, tells me I'm beautiful, reminds me I've always been his dream girl and respects my independence the way no man ever has. I contantly remind him of how thankful I am for his kind, gentle ways, his brilliant mind and his selfless desire to care for me and our children.
You'd think two years would dull our affection...that the "honeymoon" would be over and "reality" would set in. Oh, Jesus...reality HAS set in. Ugh. But we have been pleasantly surprised to find that the more of a bit*ch reality is...the tighter we cleave to one another.
He is not a perfect man. And God knows I am not a perfect woman. But, having both lived lives that we desperately wanted to escape...we will never take each other for granted. He is the single best thing that's ever happened to me...twice. And I have never been happier in my life.
They say the best revenge is a life well lived. My life is amazing.
Saturday, August 09, 2014
The past month has been, hands down, THE most stressful of my entire life. We moved (which was wonderful, but it's also one of the most stressful things a person can go through) and RIGHT after that, this happened:
The whole one car situation has been a friggin nightmare that only ended yesterday when I FINALLY replaced my Rav4 (more on that in a bit). But, even in the stress of the crash (everyone was totally fine BTW), we were blessed. The accident was the other driver's fault. Their insurance claimed all liability. My car was totaled and, get this...the insurance company cut me a check for $2800 MORE than I originally paid for my car almost two years ago!!!!
So, my ridiculously intelligent man scoured the ads and was able to find us a 2004 Dodge Durango - fully loaded with Infinity Sound System, Sunroof, DVD Player, brand new tires, a tow package (we hope to buy a boat at some point) and the best part - it's 7-passenger! No more freaking annoying fights over who gets to/has to ride in which car with who. Thank the Lord in heaven!!!! It's a sanity saver!!!! And it's GORGEOUS!
And YET ANOTHER blessing...Mr. T FINALLY found a job in Bloomington! There's a brand new pre-Prohibition craft cocktail and small plate bar opening. It sounds really cool - they have a very small local fresh farm ingredients menu and it will be the first place in our city to have wine on tap! It is set in a little plaza with a fountain that is supposed to feel like an Italian piazza. It's VERY high end and they don't expect a student to set foot in that place. Looking at the prices on the wine list, I can see that! Lol.
He happened to hear about it, contact the manager, interview and get hired on the spot...all in one day! He is now the Head Bartender...with the very real possibility of transitioning to Bar Manager once they get fully moving. (They aren't open yet...a couple more weeks.)
Mr. T has done plenty of gigs on the side in years past (not really anything since we've been together). It's never been full-time or anything, though. He just really loves mixology and fresh craft cocktails. He makes his own liquors, creates his own drinks and seriously nerds out about the history of this stuff. The ironic part is...he hardly ever drinks!! And, if he does, it's never much. I've never once seen him drunk. Hmmmm.
So, why would a man leave a cushy, full-time job at a law firm for a bartenders gig? And why would his wife LET him? [It's a fair question...and one that was, indeed, answered (negatively, go figure) in his past awful marriage]. The answer is passion. For a man that works so fu&%ing hard to care for our family...who drives 1.5 hours each way EVERY SINGLE DAY to earn a living and, let's be honest, essentially care for TWO families...I saw the gleam in his eye and heard the excitement in his voice and I could not look this man that I love in the eyes and be so cruel as to say, "No way. You can't do it." I will not crush my man's dreams. It's not my style. Instead, I said, "This is PERFECT for you, baby!!!! Go for it!!!" Plus, it helps that I also hold a degree and work a full-time job like a grown-up. So if this falls flat, we will still be fine financially. Why WOULDN'T I let him follow his heart on this?
To be fair, it is great logistically. Great hours - basically 2nd shift & closed on Sunday (none of the closing at 4am crap that you get with on-campus bars - it has regular restaurant hours), full-time work (none of the cutting hours and waiting for weekly schedules like at other food service places) and opportunities for advancement. And...it's here! AT HOME!!! I am SO THRILLED to be able to see him in the morning and have him here!!! And, who knows how many lunch break quickies will occur? Lol. TMI?
He has been transitioning and working half days in Indy and half days in Bloomington. That goes on for one more week. Then he's all in! He had his first two days and I'm not kidding, he came home GIDDY...he LOVES his job, his co-workers, his bosses and the entire place. He fits right in and it's the perfect job! I have never seen a man SO happy!!!
Plus...I get to see him in a uniform of dark slim fit jeans, a light blue shirt rolled to the elbows, black suspenders and a bowtie. Rawr. Hot.
Blessings all around!!!!
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