Love Me, Love My Jacket...

So my good friend Nikki had her birthday several Saturday's ago, and she just so happened to have an 80's birthday party to celebrate the year of her birth! Now I know as well as the next person that the 80s should never, EVER come back into style, but for celebrating one day, I'm all for going all out in crazy 80s style.

So being a crazy, fun-loving, fan of dressing up and looking AWESOME, my good friends and I helped create the most awesome thing that has ever existed: my beloved jacket.

Yes. Behold it's beauty. It says my name. It says 82 Rules. It has rhinestones and hearts and Bubble letters and stars and squiglies. It's THE most awesome piece of clothing I own, and I know that I am really not worthy to wear it. I love this jacket.

Here is a good front view, plus an awesome picture of my good friend Ashley. :-) She was totally rocking with a big shirt and big belt and some totally rad shades.

Brenda dressed up like the lady from Some Kind of Wonderful, plus she had a flask. Please look closely at the jacket and you might just see the shoulder pads!!

These two cool dudes are really just too cool for school.

The cutest couple I know....plus they look like they could totally do a mosh pit and be cool rock stars and such.

An awesome group pic that I stole from Nikki, but it looks totally sweet, so that's just how I roll.

Another awesome shot of my totally sweet jacket. And a great shot of Carolyn too. :-)

Seriously, though:

Jacket Haiku

Oh, oh my jacket

Comfort me with joyful thoughts

I love you, jacket

My Own Personal Prohibition

Today marks my 50th day of exercising everyday! I intend on keeping this practice up for a long time, but there is one thing I don't intend to keep up with.

Tomorrow ends a 51 day period of "No Alcohol" in my life.

I started this experiment (both alcohol and exercise) for the main purpose of being healthy and getting fit. I had been noticing for some time that whenever I drank, although it was never a lot, I felt stressed, tired, and moody. Plus, I have to say that my uncles death last year at the hands of a very drunk and very stoned ass-hole did have quite an effect on me, and the idea of driving home even after just one drink, has not sounded appealing since.

So generally, I quit drinking because of stress and health and ass-holes.

What I discovered:

The first 30 days of non-drinking I felt great (I think this was also due to the exercise). Overall, my body was getting fitter, my mind felt clear, and I have to say that this January was one of the best I've ever had. I would hang out with friends who were drinking, but I was never bothered, and I didn't really have any desire to drink at all. It was just no big deal.

Then February hit and everything changed. Suddenly, I started to have cravings for beer. Beautiful dark, creamy, delicious beer. I would dream about it at night, and daydream about it during the day. I held fast to my vow though, and I promised I wouldn't drink until my birthday.

Things started getting stressful at work, I was getting really irritable, and I had what I would describe as one of the worst work weeks ever. All I wanted on that Friday was to have a drink to help relax my muscles and my mind, but no. I suffered through and had a Diet Dr. Pepper instead.

And now it is the day before I get to drink again and I have come to one conclusion:

WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THIS??

I have basically realized that the thing I did to relieve stress actually ended up CAUSING me more stress than anything else.

My body was trying to tell me, "Okay, thanks for the break, I feel great and I'm ready to enjoy life again," but I completely ignored that, and now I feel more stressed than when I started. Basically my refusal to listen to what my body wanted was just plain dumb, and I can guarantee I won't be doing that again.

So tomorrow night I am going to drink a delicious beer. I'm not going to go crazy and get wasted or binge on shots, but I'm going to indulge myself.

Because sometimes, indulging is what does a body good.

Watchmen Widget

Things that are Making Me Laugh

Since I couldn't think of anything to write tonight, but I've been laughing my butt off at Attack of the Show, I thought I'd post some of things that have been making me smile. :-)

First things first, Olivia is promoting a cause close to my heart: National Pie Week.



Everyone should go and sign the petition to get a National Pie Week declared! Plus, if we reach 50,000 signaures, Olivia will jump into a giant pie dressed as a naughty french maid (also a plus).

Next: Looking for love in all the wrong places? Do you not understand those big City-Folks? This place is for you. http://www.farmersonly.com/





And last, but certainly not least. The most hilarious thing I've seen in a long time. Also....I plan on marrying this child.

January

I have been struggling to think of something to write about lately. Other than the fact that I am currently reading five books, and have been working out twice a day for 20 days (Woo!), life has been pretty quiet.

Mr. Barak Obama was sworn in as our 44th president yesterday, and that made me really, really happy. :-)

Can't find the oomph to be pissed off at George Bush right now, mainly, I think, because I'm just so excited that he is gone. I honestly caught myself laughing at one of his jokes during his last press conference and thinking "Oh George!" (insert corny sitcom music here). Don't worry though, I promptly slapped myself silly, and now I'm confidant that my anger toward him will eventually return in full force.

Other than that, what is happening?? January is that weird time of the year when you feel a new beginning coming on, and yet, it also feels like you are just sitting there, waiting for that new beginning to actually start. As I write this in the "dead zone" that is 3 PM at work, my stomach is tied up in knots and I keep wanting to just jump up and down and run around the building. Antsy is probably the perfect word for it.

So for now, I will continue to work out everyday, cook yummy things, read my five different books, and goof around the house, until February gets here and its awesomeness breaks me out of this mood.