I can't stop smiling

We are engaged!

 Words cannot describe the happiness and love I am feeling right now! I'll be posting the full story soon, but for now you can check out the recap and amazing pictures over here at Allison Jean Photo!

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat

The hottest run date ever and a pop tart revolution

First, a funny text. Because I have obviously reached "pretentious runner" status. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little excited. 

It's totally fine though because I listened to her talk about soccer for almost 10 years and I still have no idea what "off sides" means. I have at least 9 more years of running talk to go until we are even. 

When Taylor told me he wanted to start running with me on Thursday nights, it was pretty much the best day of my life. We were I was so excited to go running tonight, that I sorta kinda forgot the fact that it is July in Texas, which means that at by the time Taylor makes it to my apartment at 5:30, it is approximately 11,000 degrees outside. I mean that's not an exact number but I think it's pretty close. Which made tonight's run date one for the Guinness book. 

Hottest run EVER.

 We are good at pretending we are happy.

And then I made Taylor take a feet picture. I was convinced it would be cute. 

Turns out, not so much. Just looks like feet. 

  

 

After a three mile scorcher, I cooked a crappy dinner, so we decided half price milkshakes were in order. 

I have officially eaten ice cream every day this week. 

Then, as we returned from the milkshake adventure, I got this text. 

There is something really special about the bond between a mother and daughter. She just gets me.

Yes, my friends, that is a picture of a box of COOKIES AND CREAM pop tarts. You know how I feel about pop tarts. I'm thinking of throwing a pop tart party where everyone brings a box of their favorite pop tart flavor and we all trade and everyone leaves really happy and as a result the world would be a better place. Who's in???

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat

Pop Tarts, Blizzards, and Royalty (I am ridiculous.)

I almost always go grocery shopping on Sundays. I realize that lumps me in with the entire rest of the world, but I love it. I love having Sundays to clean up the house, do some laundry, and stock the refrigerator. I'm a simple person and those are the things that make me happy. So you can imagine, when Sunday (which is already my favorite day) rolled around and I was strolling through Target and saw this...

I FLIPPED OUT.

Do you guys remember how I feel about pop tarts? Strongly, very strongly. Pop tarts single handedly caused my freshman 20 (Yes 20, not 15. Cause I'm an overachiever like that). 

Y'all. I LOVE POP TARTS.

Don't ask me which is my favorite flavor because they are all delicious and I can't choose and just thinking about having to make that decision causes me great distress. They are all perfect and delicious and bring so much joy to my life which is precisely why I am not allowed to buy them anymore. 

But just because I can't doesn't mean you shouldn't so you all have to go out and buy a box and then send me an email describing to me in great detail the essence of the chocolate peanut butter pop tart. I'll be waiting by my computer. 

Okay just one more Pop Tart picture and then I'm done. 

This is  GREAT IDEA, Kellogg's!

Changing subjects. Last night roomie and I sat down to dinner before we had to head off to Monday night Bachelorette watching party. I had a salad, she had some leftovers. I was blog-stalking, she was texting (she has real friends not just virtual ones like me). All very typical Monday night blah. 

When out of nowhere...

Sydney: "OMG. Did you hear Dairy Queen now has blizzards in a cone????!!??"

Me: "HOLY FREAKING FUDGEBALLS. That sounds AMAZING."

Sydney: "If we leave right now we can go get one before the Bachelorette starts."

Me: "I can't believe the conversation has lasted this long. GET IN THE CAR!!!!"

Race to Dairy Queen as if they were going to spontaneously decide to close at 7:14pm on a Monday night. Pull into the drive-thru...

Sydney: "Can I get two Oreo blizzards in a cone?"

DQ: "Do you want the cones chocolate dipped?"

Sydney: **Turns to look at me**

Me: "That is literally the stupidest question anyone could ever ask."

Sydney: "Two chocolate dipped cones, please."

And so began the happiest 6 minutes of my life. (Approximately how long it took me to demolish that thing.)

In other random news:

William and Kate somehow found time to deliver their first child. (Though I really don't know who has time to be having babies when there are new pop tart flavors to be discovered and blizzard cones to be enjoyed.) In case you missed it: the baby is perfect, nameless, and we all still hate love Kate for being so beautiful.

Fox News has been sending me push alerts. However, after this one, I've decided that I am obviously not mature enough for news apps. 

Weiner.

And I had my first treadmill run in over 6 weeks! And then I ate. 

  

Miles 1&2 @ 9:22, mile 3 @ 8:12, and miles 4&5 @ 9:22, average  pace of 9:07. I definitely felt pretty slow on this run, but to be perfectly honest I haven't given two craps about my speed these days. My primary goal has been not to die of heat stroke, and so far, I am succeeding. I'm hoping once it cools down, and I get further into marathon training, that my pace will gradually pick back up to what it was. And lastly...

I have a run date!

I'm preeettttyyyy excited. Taylor never wants to run with me. Probably because every time we run together I try to convince him that couples that run together hold hands the entire time. And then my next project would be getting him to run races with me while wearing these shirts:

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm kidding Tater Tot. Sort of. 

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat