Ten Things for Tuesday. Cause alliteration is still cool.

There is absolutely no cohesive flow to my thoughts today. So I've decided to roll with it and shoot it straight at you with Ten Things for Tuesday.

1. I wear a broken $12 Target watch on a regular basis because I like the way it looks on my wrist. #FANCY

What time is it? Hold on, let me check my phone.

2. Tonight my husband emptied the dishwasher and then brought me a glass of cabernet. 

I take back what I said here and here. I think I will keep him. 

3. When a dish is named "Pasta with Bacon and Corn," you immediately drop whatever you are doing and MAKE IT. Don't ask questions. You are wasting valuable bacon/corn consumption time. 

Side note: Taylor did not care for this dinner. I however, enjoyed the crap out of it. 

4. I always have a cup.

Basicaly I really like to transport liquids. Usually it's full of water. 

Sometimes it's full of vodka. Haha - KIDDING. I meant wine. 

See?!

5. I don't speak computer. When you say "gig," I have no idea what you are talking about. 

Thanks wikipeda. That really clears things up. 

I am equally as unfamiliar with the terms meg, ram, and "the cloud." So before you start,  just STOP. Before I get even more confused. 

6. I woke up looking like this today. I want to be embarrassed. But it's really pretty funny.

7. But waking up at 4:30 for early morning runs will always be worth it, because this view just can't be beat. 

And neither could this weather.

Running buddies are the bomb-diggity.

8. This song. My heart. 

9. Taylor brought home his gear tonight from work. Y'all, I swear I am not making up. It ACTUALLY says this.

Firefighting is an ULTRA HAZARDOUS, UNAVOIDABLY DANGEROUS ACTIVITY.

Whoa, HOLD THE PHONE.

10. Less than one day until the new 2014/2015 Erin Condren Life Planners are for sale! I used the crap out of my last one with wedding planning and just life in general, so I am STOKED to get a new one. 

And that's all I've got today.

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat

It's that time of year again!

That’s right folks, my birthday is less than FIVE days away. Which means, I am now officially accepting birthday gifts. (But to be clear, I will unofficially accept gifts all year round.) Let's be honest, I've been compiling a wish list for the past 360ish days. But who's counting. Oh right, me. I'm counting. 

First up on my list - a TRUCK.

What would I do with a truck you ask? Oh, very simple. I would immediately turn it over to Taylor so that he would SHH and get off my case about not letting him have one. 

Probably not that exact truck. Actually I have NO idea what kind because once I hear the word "truck" I immediately shut down and instead start thinking about teacup pigs.

OHMYGOD.

Are you dying yet?

Anyways, if you feel compelled to buy us a truck, you're going to have to call Taylor for the specific requirements on that one. There Tay Tay, are you happy? I put it out there in the Universe, hopefully the Universe rewards us. 

Next up - patio furniture. 

Because THIS is what our patio currently looks like.

Oh wow, gorgeous. Pull up a bucket, or better yet, a wooden stake, and have a seat! And enjoy the scenic views of the parking lot. It’s a lovely homestead. Anyways, THIS is what I would like for our patio to look like.

And THIS is what I will settle for.

And it’s on SALE! I came this close to buying it, but then I remembered how redneck and charming our current set up is, and I refrained.

Third on the list? STEAK.

I'm serious. 

ILOVESTEAK.

Yeah, I googled filet mignon. That happened.

And then, NEW SHOES.

Because my shins are starting to hurt which means my Mizuno’s are PISSED they haven’t been retired yet, but I’m poor so I force those bastards to work until their last dying day. So yeah, that completes my list. For now. Probably.

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Mmmk. Back to real life now.

Running streak is still going strong. Well, I might be lying about the strong part. But it's going. 

Yesterday morning was a 530am track workouts with the non-serial killer. 1.5 mile warmup and cool down with 7x200m squeezed in between.

It's been three weeks since we started and we've gotten progressively faster every week, and THAT makes me really really happy. 

And then this afternoon I squeezed in an outrageously hot 2 mile run through some neighborhood hills. 

Not gonna lie, it SUCKEDDD. That was mostly my fault, for waiting until noon to run. But today I am super thankful for the way running makes me feel. It clears my head and lets me hit the reset button, even if it's just for 17 minutes and 23 seconds. #SAPPY

Then there was dinner. Oh, dinner. 

(This is actually last night's dinner but I forgot to take a picture of tonight's so WHOOPS. My bad. Brown sugar bacon pork chops with corn and broccoli for the win!)

After dinner, I whipped up THIS homemade 5-minute strawberry frozen yogurt from Just a Taste. 

It totally hit the spot. I really love when I stumble upon a recipe, and I have all the necessary ingredients sitting in my fridge already. (Cause we all know that if I have to leave the house to go to the store, I'm going to come back with a $200 Target receipt, a Walking Dead board game,  peanut butter Pop-Tarts, a push-pop, and a guilty face.)

And now I'm here on the couch, enjoying fro-yo and watching Mud with my husband, celebrating the fact that tomorrow is Friday.

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat

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Since when did denim become chambray?

Track work is hard, but the good news is, it’s getting easier. You know, since the first time I did it, a week ago.

1.5 mile warmup, 5x400m with 100m recovery, 1.5 mile cool down. 

And the other good news, I will NEVER get sick of a cheesy egg on an English muffin. 

Like, NEVER EVER.

And then bacon. Because, well, BACON.

And then I decided to take a work selfie to show off my new shirt.

I’ve been calling this denim. Turns out, the entire world has been calling it chambray. I don't know when this started, but WHAT.THE.HECK.EVER. I can’t keep up. I quit.

But the actual best part of my outfit today were my purple PRO compression sleeves that I had hiding under my skinny pants all day long. Because compressed calves are soooooooo in right now.

Allow me to reiterate that I truly believe Target to be the GREATEST PLACE ON PLANET EARTH. If you disagree, then leave. I don’t meditate or do anything zen like that, but a mid-day Target trip has the power to totally change my outlook on life. How can you not be refreshed by a bag filled with three different kinds of Cheetos?!

 

And then this afternoon, I was reminded of the best part of my job. When people bring me goodies. Why, YES, Corner Bakery, I will gladly eat your free coffee cake and accept your coupons.

And coming home to mail like THIS IS MY FAVORITE!

UM. Yes! YES YES YES YES! I can't wait for this girl's big day! 

And then me and the hubs hit up the gym. Cause we are REALLY healthy like that.

In case you were wondering, this is I feel about strength training.

 I bitch and whine the ENTIRE TIME.  It's a lot of "Are you KIDDING ME?! F*CK THAT!" and "HOLY SH*T THAT IS REALLY HEAVY!" This is not an exaggeration. This is real life.

(PS: Now accepting applications for workout buddies. I do not respond well to tough love. However, I do respond well to donuts and gym selfie sessions. CALL ME.)

Don't worry, I reward Taylor for putting up with my ridiculous and childish gym behavior by making him steak for dinner. And then I eat some too, because protein. Or something like that.

Ooops. My remote might have some sweet potato and steak juices on it. #ohwell

Lastly, can someone please tell me when I will start to feel married? Because despite all the cooking and cleaning, I still don’t. At least three times a day, Taylor and I look at each other all cock-eyed like,

“Soooooooo, we’re married? Do you feel married? I mean, do you feel different yet?”

“You mean other than the fact that your shit is EVERYWHERE and you’re ALWAYS here? Nope, I feel pretty much the same.”

So, yeah, still waiting for that to kick in.

Until then, it’s HIMYM reruns in bed with my best friend. Way too normal to be interesting.

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat